07-09-2014, 12:00 AM
7/7-8/14 Greenfield Reactor.
Brief notes.
1. Im at the university campus. The old one, from dreams stretching back more then a decade. One of the stable places, in it, its a sort of low, single story lab building, surrounded by trees, of the main high traffic areas by quite a bit. In may dreams over the years, there have been different things in it, all lab/learning lab related. Computers, test games, a workshop for electronics and data cultivation. I'm walking to it, tentatively. I've not been here a long time no longer work in it, infact, it seems closed. To my surprise, i walk in, and the familiar, antiquated computers are sitting there, covered by plastic dust covers. I feel such nostalgia, its hard to explain. A man come sin behind me. He is familiar, he reminds me of people, but, he was here for about as long as i have been, a friend. I need. We need. We need to fix the energy, some energy problem. He responds to my thoughts. "We can" we have the funding. How? I ask. He is carrying an old roll of technical schematics. something from a pre digital archive. I recognize it as a nuclear reactor, an old test one. He tells me, they want a "greenfield test reactor" to have one built, or rebuilt, or even unbuilt, but still make power... not many can do so now. He references nuclear reactor, but the schematics look more like some sort of polywell fusion test device. something to generate and research certain sorts of particles, as well as produce energy (in the dream version). I smile. this does neatly fix everything. We can repair the energy as a byproduct, build a team around the device. Our real effort can be on our own thing, we do this other thing to have the space and resources, almost as a side note. I smile, like its working out. (Holy ****, lol this is funny. I just realised this is like recap, as it the energy thing. And oddly, the guy reminded me of ( ), i even called him ( ), even though he was also a longer time familiar character lol. I wanted to if i saw him around today or posting ask him about greenfield, but i forgot, i think i get it now no need to ask lol)
Greenfield status
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Greenfield status (formerly "unrestricted re-use") is an end point wherein a parcel of land that had been in industrial use is, in principle, restored to the conditions existing before the construction of the plant.
All power plants, coal, gas and nuclear, have a finite life beyond which it is no longer economical to operate them. At this point they must be decommissioned; that is, they must be dismantled and their components disposed of either by sale or scrapping. In some cases the buildings that housed the plant may be put to other uses. However, in many cases contamination is unacceptable and the buildings must be demolished. The land on which the plant sat also may have been polluted with high levels of toxins, and in this case other remedial measures like removal and replacement of the top soil or clay capping may be required to render the site non-hazardous.
It is becoming standard practice in many jurisdictions to mandate a return to greenfield status at the end of plant service as a condition of the initial site license, and potential licensees must demonstrate that steps will be taken to assure the availability of funds via the posting of a reclamation bond for that task before a site-license will be issued. While this concept has mainly applied to the power generating industry, it is coming into wider use in other areas of industrial decommissioning.
2. Later in dreams, their is a stairway, to another level of dreaming, its not another world, its like the size of a storm, a big cloud, like a small floating level over this one. Its not to far. But it is...far. Its something like a floating world. their are platforms. I look at the bridges and platforms. Somehow i understand how this place can easily reject people, flick them, attach them to a strand like a yo yo, send them falling back down. I avoid those "spots". Two lines of people, almost like children, but not, just a quality to us all. Two rows of heads, bent down, peering at symbols. A game . Like a game but not. Like the project sort of, in some way. Who will form a team, or who will join to it or what. Game is called, and people start bonding like this. I almost feel excluded, but i ask my friend if she will be on our team, make one. I think she might say no because another guy was sharing symbols, but to my surprise she says ok. Then it shifts to understanding the game. And the inner states age, somewhat. From being six years old, to say being 19. Excited. Game. A stroll around the cloud world, seeing. So part of the game, was how many eyes people had on and around their head. People were older, in small groups standing. Part of the game here, now, was selection. People looked normal, like people, but also, there was this other side. for example, i watch one person not in this game as such, he had a row of 17 eyes around his head. Eyes were also like string star shaped jewels. I look back to the groups of people waiting. Part of the game, it seemed, was averaging and joining. So i knew, if someone with 14 stars, picked a person with two, they both would then have eight stars, one would loose some, one gain, till they were balanced. So why wouldn't people with lots only wait for one with more, and why would one with more pick any with less? Other factors. A sill level, in the 5-1 star range, was attraction. Physical and image. But that wasn't worth so much here. And it masked another aspect. Potential. Stars were not only gained in one way, new eyes were made by actions. So one might not have many, but joined, in a grouping and hen group, there was the potential to generate more. I felt so many ways of this! some people would double, then the two doubles (man women or spirit/spirit but that was the relationship) would carefully only join with others with exact level of stars. the hope was to be stable and attractive, competent enough to get members with slightly more eyes to join, then they all gain a little. but they had to sell the ability to make more, which was much harder, with those more cautious things.
Not sure where i was at the start, i know, after we teamed. I had 8 eyes/stars, and before i had more. We...I...look at potential, longer term, for growth. Others do not. All valid i suppose, but...nothing shared nothing gained. I have such odd ways of feeling things. So it is settled. And i really understand the eyes. Back down on earth level. Up and down form one plane to another, was sorta strange, but it reminded me of the dream the night before. it was all related. there was a woman. On earth side, it seemed to many like she was on drugs. We go to speak to her, neutral. My partner talks to her. she tells her, then she sees me, she points at me. "He brought me up there, and it was strange the flicking strings". shes not mad...just acting MAD. It was true, i realised, i had. so she could get one eye. one eye to start. but this, she had a sickness, a madness, some thought was crazy or drugs. It was with relief my partner did not react, i was afraid she would to the way she said he took me up there, some, something to be read in. of course my share partner would not do that. relax. We know, i speak. "Ascension syndrome" It is Ascension syndrome. You will, she will, get better. (i looked up acesnion syndorme and all i found was, as Quantum shaman would call it, some "Whackadoodle new age stuff". But here it is anyway i guess.
http://www.paoweb.com/msvicerl.htm
Brief notes.
1. Im at the university campus. The old one, from dreams stretching back more then a decade. One of the stable places, in it, its a sort of low, single story lab building, surrounded by trees, of the main high traffic areas by quite a bit. In may dreams over the years, there have been different things in it, all lab/learning lab related. Computers, test games, a workshop for electronics and data cultivation. I'm walking to it, tentatively. I've not been here a long time no longer work in it, infact, it seems closed. To my surprise, i walk in, and the familiar, antiquated computers are sitting there, covered by plastic dust covers. I feel such nostalgia, its hard to explain. A man come sin behind me. He is familiar, he reminds me of people, but, he was here for about as long as i have been, a friend. I need. We need. We need to fix the energy, some energy problem. He responds to my thoughts. "We can" we have the funding. How? I ask. He is carrying an old roll of technical schematics. something from a pre digital archive. I recognize it as a nuclear reactor, an old test one. He tells me, they want a "greenfield test reactor" to have one built, or rebuilt, or even unbuilt, but still make power... not many can do so now. He references nuclear reactor, but the schematics look more like some sort of polywell fusion test device. something to generate and research certain sorts of particles, as well as produce energy (in the dream version). I smile. this does neatly fix everything. We can repair the energy as a byproduct, build a team around the device. Our real effort can be on our own thing, we do this other thing to have the space and resources, almost as a side note. I smile, like its working out. (Holy ****, lol this is funny. I just realised this is like recap, as it the energy thing. And oddly, the guy reminded me of ( ), i even called him ( ), even though he was also a longer time familiar character lol. I wanted to if i saw him around today or posting ask him about greenfield, but i forgot, i think i get it now no need to ask lol)
Greenfield status
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Greenfield status (formerly "unrestricted re-use") is an end point wherein a parcel of land that had been in industrial use is, in principle, restored to the conditions existing before the construction of the plant.
All power plants, coal, gas and nuclear, have a finite life beyond which it is no longer economical to operate them. At this point they must be decommissioned; that is, they must be dismantled and their components disposed of either by sale or scrapping. In some cases the buildings that housed the plant may be put to other uses. However, in many cases contamination is unacceptable and the buildings must be demolished. The land on which the plant sat also may have been polluted with high levels of toxins, and in this case other remedial measures like removal and replacement of the top soil or clay capping may be required to render the site non-hazardous.
It is becoming standard practice in many jurisdictions to mandate a return to greenfield status at the end of plant service as a condition of the initial site license, and potential licensees must demonstrate that steps will be taken to assure the availability of funds via the posting of a reclamation bond for that task before a site-license will be issued. While this concept has mainly applied to the power generating industry, it is coming into wider use in other areas of industrial decommissioning.
2. Later in dreams, their is a stairway, to another level of dreaming, its not another world, its like the size of a storm, a big cloud, like a small floating level over this one. Its not to far. But it is...far. Its something like a floating world. their are platforms. I look at the bridges and platforms. Somehow i understand how this place can easily reject people, flick them, attach them to a strand like a yo yo, send them falling back down. I avoid those "spots". Two lines of people, almost like children, but not, just a quality to us all. Two rows of heads, bent down, peering at symbols. A game . Like a game but not. Like the project sort of, in some way. Who will form a team, or who will join to it or what. Game is called, and people start bonding like this. I almost feel excluded, but i ask my friend if she will be on our team, make one. I think she might say no because another guy was sharing symbols, but to my surprise she says ok. Then it shifts to understanding the game. And the inner states age, somewhat. From being six years old, to say being 19. Excited. Game. A stroll around the cloud world, seeing. So part of the game, was how many eyes people had on and around their head. People were older, in small groups standing. Part of the game here, now, was selection. People looked normal, like people, but also, there was this other side. for example, i watch one person not in this game as such, he had a row of 17 eyes around his head. Eyes were also like string star shaped jewels. I look back to the groups of people waiting. Part of the game, it seemed, was averaging and joining. So i knew, if someone with 14 stars, picked a person with two, they both would then have eight stars, one would loose some, one gain, till they were balanced. So why wouldn't people with lots only wait for one with more, and why would one with more pick any with less? Other factors. A sill level, in the 5-1 star range, was attraction. Physical and image. But that wasn't worth so much here. And it masked another aspect. Potential. Stars were not only gained in one way, new eyes were made by actions. So one might not have many, but joined, in a grouping and hen group, there was the potential to generate more. I felt so many ways of this! some people would double, then the two doubles (man women or spirit/spirit but that was the relationship) would carefully only join with others with exact level of stars. the hope was to be stable and attractive, competent enough to get members with slightly more eyes to join, then they all gain a little. but they had to sell the ability to make more, which was much harder, with those more cautious things.
Not sure where i was at the start, i know, after we teamed. I had 8 eyes/stars, and before i had more. We...I...look at potential, longer term, for growth. Others do not. All valid i suppose, but...nothing shared nothing gained. I have such odd ways of feeling things. So it is settled. And i really understand the eyes. Back down on earth level. Up and down form one plane to another, was sorta strange, but it reminded me of the dream the night before. it was all related. there was a woman. On earth side, it seemed to many like she was on drugs. We go to speak to her, neutral. My partner talks to her. she tells her, then she sees me, she points at me. "He brought me up there, and it was strange the flicking strings". shes not mad...just acting MAD. It was true, i realised, i had. so she could get one eye. one eye to start. but this, she had a sickness, a madness, some thought was crazy or drugs. It was with relief my partner did not react, i was afraid she would to the way she said he took me up there, some, something to be read in. of course my share partner would not do that. relax. We know, i speak. "Ascension syndrome" It is Ascension syndrome. You will, she will, get better. (i looked up acesnion syndorme and all i found was, as Quantum shaman would call it, some "Whackadoodle new age stuff". But here it is anyway i guess.
http://www.paoweb.com/msvicerl.htm