The weekend is here and I will not be running any subliminals in order to let my mind clear.
Last night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt that I saved a famous billionaire from drowning in a flood inside a building. He was grateful to me and wanted to set up an appointment with me. However, he wanted it to be a relationship counselling service and wanted me to bring the other half along. I was wondering in my dream who to bring along.
There was also some kind of public discussion in my dream about whether the above news was real or fake. After all, a billionaire like him couldn’t possibly have time to bother about me.
In a separate dream, I dreamed of a dead body of a blue-skinned mutant in my house. One half of the body was in the living room and the other half was in the washroom. I was at a loss about what to do and felt shocked at the body. In the end, I decided to just lay down on my blood-stained floor in my living room… and perhaps wait for the police to arrive.
Anyway, last night, I was reading some post on quora about Napoleon Bonaparte. Now, I wonder if the Emperor subliminal (an a little bit of HOM) could have been modelled on this fellow who was born into an average family and eventually built his own empire and crowned himself as Emperor.
This man was shrewd, ruthless, focused, ambitious and knew what he wanted. He was very very focused on being maximizing productivity to reach his goals. He was good at assessing situations, had an excellent memory and had a good eye for detail. Women were not a priority in his life even though having an heir was important to him.
Napoléon was driven, ambitious, dynamic and forceful. He was a whirlwind of energy who never stopped. He only needed a few hours of sleep each night - plus perhaps a few naps during the day - and always kept a box of books near to his bed, even out on campaign in the field, so he would have something to do during the night. When he had a bath, he would have a secretary come in and read out reports to him so as not to waste a moment’s time. He had books in his carriage too that he would read as he drove around Europe - mostly history and biography, though also works of literature - and apparently would toss books out of the window onto the road as he finished them, to make room for more.
He rarely wrote anything with his own hand after becoming Emperor - his handwriting was, apparently, terrible - but he would pace up and down the room dictating a steady stream of orders and communiqués to his secretaries. If you met him, he would likely ask you many searching questions, then jump straight to the point of the discussion cutting away all the chaff, and give you your instructions. He was undoubtedly a genius, with an unrivalled talent for understanding a situation and seeing the best course of action immediately; but he never learned tact or the ability to persuade people through charm. He was a soldier, and his orders were to be obeyed without question.