or last night...
Well, I wanted to write up the Iroquois...interest was the Dream Catchers, the Sad Face, but of more interest is the Iroquois Federation...I've seen in history stories of this kinda coalescing of tribes before, the Delian League comes to mind...sometimes in wow one encounters quests, especially dungeon quests, that one needs help to pursue...I need a bigger net....
Anyway, lots of dreams last night, and in the morning...working swing shift, I sleep odd hours...and my sleep is a series of catnaps....in one dream I was dreaming I was dreaming, and I was considering all the while the effort to report dreams, and the characters in the dreams were too!....things stacked up...thought to note on the post-its the dreams, but reluctant as just that little conscious effort can wake me up too much to go back to sleep!..so forgot last night's dreams for the most part...remembering ephemeral dreams is kinda dependent on conditions being just right....
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Motorcycle, Piano, Station Wagon, Rivets
Well, that's the notes I put on the post it notes...and I can recall some of these four...
I'm on a motorcycle, a two fifty or so, not a big motorcycle, and I've never had a motorcycle, so this is unusual, and I'm going along fine, not fast, in spite of my inexperience. The scenes of the road pass by, city and suburbs, and then the road sorta disappears slowly, leaving me a smaller and smaller right shoulder to ride on, until it is just the width of the curb gutter. I think I'm going to crash, but keep my balance, and stay upright....
I'm playing a game or something in a house, being chased, by maybe a horde character, whose gender shifts, and settles on being a woman, and I'm hiding in one room, and they are looking for me in another, where there is a piano, and in the polished wood of the piano, I can see them....they go to a far door to the room I'm in, to my left, and I drag the piano through the door to my right, and roll it in front of me sideways, thinking, I guess, to block the horde character...
I'm in a car, trapped and surrounded by impoverished horde characters, in like a parking garage....an alliance character hops in the car, and helps me escape, sorta...I'm walking down stairs crowded with the horde characters...at the bottom is a restaurant door,..it's before dawn...we are all hungry, and I know the restaurant will let me in, I'm with the alliance, but surrounded with the hungry horde characters is a problem...the horde carry old bed springs...and I find bed springs to carry under my arm, a disguise as I go to the door so the horde will not notice me...hopefully, I'll be admitted for breakfast, but understand the restaurant is afraid of the horde characters....
I'm viewing, and hearing, a new huge building being constructed to my right...like I'm on a hillside of a hillside city...part of the building is finished, its facade is white, with maybe a name logo...and I hear riveting, the kind for iron girder work..most of the building isn't finished;;.'there are four thousand riveters', it is explained....below the city is a bay, and I look across the bay at another city's skyline....the buildings there are in mist, and back lit by the sun rising....
I want to say the cities are Oakland and San Francisco!...but the sun will have had to be rising in the south, I think....this dream, and the station wagon dream, seem to come from the folk out of work mess...but I dunno...anyway...one has reservations reporting one's dreams, but, here's a kinda account that it may be the thing to do!...let me back up to the Black Demeter...I found this in Robert Graves' Greek Myths...Graves wrote up the Greek Myths, in style very like wiki does, but this long before the web...much of what Graves wrote seems to anticipate the web...in essence, he was a blogger!...anyway...oh...he may well have had a take on dreams that he kept to himself, and doles out bits and pieces in his works...one example is an out of body experience he relates from one of his world war one woundings....in trying to find things out about dreams in books and such, one runs into the secretive...anyway, a quote from the Myths..
quote
But the ancient seated statue of mare headed Demeter at Phygia held a dove in one hand, and a dolphin in the other, and, as Pausania directly says: 'Why the image was made was plain to anyone of ordinary intelligence who has studied mythology.' He means that she presided over the horse cult, the dove cult, and the dolphin cult.
Greek Myths, Graves
unquote
I would like to think I have ordinary intelligence, and skills, but I readily admit to not possessing anything like professional level things, I mean, I didn't have a career as a baseball player....but I have spent hours and hours in the batting cage, and hours and hours pouring over Graves' Greek Myths, among other things...and I cant arrive at the simple declaration that the statue is a simple portrayal of cults, kinda like a football cheerleader with a horse's head, and dolphin in one hand, and raven in the other...Denver, Miami, and Baltimore....
But old Asian religious statues are full of such figures holding things, more often symbolic things of the life of Buddha or someone..but then, these may have derived from earlier statues not unlike the Demeter..so, I get not far in this....
But today I thought on cults...'if I web search old cults...' and while watching tv show, bones, there's a scene with conversation about the matrilineal Iroquois Indians, and the split between patriarchies, the fbi guy. and matriarchies, bones, is happening over a coffee shop table, and right out of Graves!...so I web searched that....more on that tomorrow..it deserves it's own page!!
Clans may be the word....an alternate for 'cults'....that one should consider....tomorrowmorrow!!
I'm on a motorcycle, a two fifty or so, not a big motorcycle, and I've never had a motorcycle, so this is unusual, and I'm going along fine, not fast, in spite of my inexperience. The scenes of the road pass by, city and suburbs, and then the road sorta disappears slowly, leaving me a smaller and smaller right shoulder to ride on, until it is just the width of the curb gutter. I think I'm going to crash, but keep my balance, and stay upright....
I'm playing a game or something in a house, being chased, by maybe a horde character, whose gender shifts, and settles on being a woman, and I'm hiding in one room, and they are looking for me in another, where there is a piano, and in the polished wood of the piano, I can see them....they go to a far door to the room I'm in, to my left, and I drag the piano through the door to my right, and roll it in front of me sideways, thinking, I guess, to block the horde character...
I'm in a car, trapped and surrounded by impoverished horde characters, in like a parking garage....an alliance character hops in the car, and helps me escape, sorta...I'm walking down stairs crowded with the horde characters...at the bottom is a restaurant door,..it's before dawn...we are all hungry, and I know the restaurant will let me in, I'm with the alliance, but surrounded with the hungry horde characters is a problem...the horde carry old bed springs...and I find bed springs to carry under my arm, a disguise as I go to the door so the horde will not notice me...hopefully, I'll be admitted for breakfast, but understand the restaurant is afraid of the horde characters....
I'm viewing, and hearing, a new huge building being constructed to my right...like I'm on a hillside of a hillside city...part of the building is finished, its facade is white, with maybe a name logo...and I hear riveting, the kind for iron girder work..most of the building isn't finished;;.'there are four thousand riveters', it is explained....below the city is a bay, and I look across the bay at another city's skyline....the buildings there are in mist, and back lit by the sun rising....
I want to say the cities are Oakland and San Francisco!...but the sun will have had to be rising in the south, I think....this dream, and the station wagon dream, seem to come from the folk out of work mess...but I dunno...anyway...one has reservations reporting one's dreams, but, here's a kinda account that it may be the thing to do!...let me back up to the Black Demeter...I found this in Robert Graves' Greek Myths...Graves wrote up the Greek Myths, in style very like wiki does, but this long before the web...much of what Graves wrote seems to anticipate the web...in essence, he was a blogger!...anyway...oh...he may well have had a take on dreams that he kept to himself, and doles out bits and pieces in his works...one example is an out of body experience he relates from one of his world war one woundings....in trying to find things out about dreams in books and such, one runs into the secretive...anyway, a quote from the Myths..
quote
But the ancient seated statue of mare headed Demeter at Phygia held a dove in one hand, and a dolphin in the other, and, as Pausania directly says: 'Why the image was made was plain to anyone of ordinary intelligence who has studied mythology.' He means that she presided over the horse cult, the dove cult, and the dolphin cult.
Greek Myths, Graves
unquote
I would like to think I have ordinary intelligence, and skills, but I readily admit to not possessing anything like professional level things, I mean, I didn't have a career as a baseball player....but I have spent hours and hours in the batting cage, and hours and hours pouring over Graves' Greek Myths, among other things...and I cant arrive at the simple declaration that the statue is a simple portrayal of cults, kinda like a football cheerleader with a horse's head, and dolphin in one hand, and raven in the other...Denver, Miami, and Baltimore....
But old Asian religious statues are full of such figures holding things, more often symbolic things of the life of Buddha or someone..but then, these may have derived from earlier statues not unlike the Demeter..so, I get not far in this....
But today I thought on cults...'if I web search old cults...' and while watching tv show, bones, there's a scene with conversation about the matrilineal Iroquois Indians, and the split between patriarchies, the fbi guy. and matriarchies, bones, is happening over a coffee shop table, and right out of Graves!...so I web searched that....more on that tomorrow..it deserves it's own page!!
Clans may be the word....an alternate for 'cults'....that one should consider....tomorrowmorrow!!
Monday, November 14, 2011
Water Spouts
I'm sleeping below deck in a luxury tour speed boat sorta,,,like a dive tour boat...I hear commotion on deck..'water spouts'....I go up to see, and there's two waterspouts, black and billowing clouds, and almost tornado like, but they're upside down sorta, or narrow all the way up...something has been taken up from the ocean, which is clear blue and tropical looking...the object falls from the spouts..'it's a crab bucket', it's explained...the waves behind the boat are huge, and through them I see like five gallon bucket floats tethered to, I suppose, crab traps...the boat is trying to escape the waterspouts, and is going very fast, and right near the surf line...I see rock outcroppings, and fear we'll crash, and viewing ahead, I see a flat beach...the boat runs aground gently, and I hear the sound of sand against the keel...
Puzzled a bit over one site's take on just what dreams are...one notion, a sorta operational definition, said, 'a written report of a dream is a dream'....which is a bit like saying a photo of a thing, is the thing...but I see the point...a written report is the most, and only substantially real thing, to see a dream with...
Puzzled a bit over one site's take on just what dreams are...one notion, a sorta operational definition, said, 'a written report of a dream is a dream'....which is a bit like saying a photo of a thing, is the thing...but I see the point...a written report is the most, and only substantially real thing, to see a dream with...
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Blue Pipe and A Place to Sleep
Turned the tv on coming home tonight, a routine, it's on while I surf the web, or do my post ups, mail, and such...and on the tv is a movie called the watchman, I came in just before the cartoon, and had no idea...and then on the web I see the news....story from Bangkok of folk living in cement bridge parts stacked and waiting on that job...kinda like living in a honeycomb with no back or front walls...and the story before that was curious too...can't remember...and story of ballplayer kidnapped but rescued in Venezuela...oh...I glanced at the tv...way too violent!...click..oh...the first story on the web was about 'augmented reality'!!...'the merging of a computer generated world with the real world'...link:
http://start.toshiba.com/tv/3/player/vendor/CNN/player/sf/asset/gnrc-4wGUZ3MPbX/source/Clips
anyway, I've been trying to get a handle on the dreams, and thought they are like crumpled up sunday newspaper comics...I can see bits and pieces...and I'm at a lost what to report, so interpolate...having seen and read comics, it's an educated guess, if comics can be regarded as educational!
and another thought has been that going into a dream is like going through a kaleidoscopic portal...understandable things and events from the real world fragment into pieces in the portal, and then get interpolated by the dream realm....and coming back from the dreams, the dreams go through the portal and the reverse happens....the dream realm is fragmented by the portal, and interpolated by the real world!....if the dream realm has sentient beings, I imagine they have has much trouble reporting my reality, as I do dreams!....oh..did a word search, and here's a manufacturer that makes a kalidiscope, and it's called, 'Portal' as it happens....link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4PF_rGWG4w
in a moment here, I'll look about for comics about dreams...
In WOW there are two warring factions, the alliance, and the horde....my dreams can be a bit nightmarish at time, too, and I've wondered how to report...well, I'll make the menacing things into comic characters and things, the horde...with that in mind...
In this first dream, I am presented with a short pipe that has inside it a technological break through...'just open the pipe', it's explained...two helpers appear, and while I and one helper hold one end, the other helper pulls on the pipe and stretches it out a long long way....the pipe gets thinner and thinner, and becomes transparent...inside is a glowing sorta blue sorta liquid sorta solid stuff that 'will solve the energy crisis' or something....the purpose of the stretching is to break the pipe, and free the stuff inside...this doesn't happen, I just the see the pipe with the blue in it....
Before the next dream, sorta, I saw very briefly like a letter of the alphabet elaborated in Celtic art fashion, which is to say like a drawing of a complex knot...
I think I may have dreamed more about the pipe, it seemed to be important, but I just couldn't focus...anyway, on to the next...
There's a long rectangular room, and in it, I have a space to lay out my things and a place to sleep...there are a few other people being accommodated...I leave the room briefly, and when I return, it is packed with people, all men, and sitting on furniture, the floor, wherever, and all upright...I plead that I just want a spot to stretch out and sleep...I go through a door, into a hallway...there are more rooms, some with bunk beds, and I'm told, 'this is for the women'...and I answer, I just want a place to sleep...and find another big empty room, like a banquet room, but with out tables, and I stretch out on the floor...it seems I'm at some resort...and outside, I'm seated at a long table, people on either side, like a picnic...and a horde character appears standing across from me...he removes a weapon form his belt...it's short and roundish, and his fingers are just stubs...he wants me to look at it, and I do just to have him move off, and he returns the weapon to his belt where it must snap on or something, as I saw no holster...and then he shows me a newspaper clipping with a photo of a man with a beard, asking if I know this man....and I say, 'yes, I saw this story in newspaper, he's a numbers man'....and I seem to know the man was killed, or captured..the horde man leaves....I tell the person next to me...'he was playing us, or something...' and that person agrees...I get up, and say I want to leave...my car is outside the resort, and I feel locked in, and again in the rooms, I meet a fellow in a suit, the resort manager I think, who I had seen before, and tell him, 'you have a nice place'...when in truth I think the place is a menacing place...a horde place...
A curio of wow, is that one can be an alliance character, or a horde character..'it's just a game', I've been counseled...one can be many things with one's avatars, though for the most part people...I've thought it would be fun to have a critter avatar or two....the whole game revolves around different conflicts between the alliance and the horde, and while the horde characters look like something out of zombie movies, they have their own honor and codes, and the whole thing is kinda like picking sides in the war between the states...
I've seen so many stories with good guys and bad guys, that there's just an endless supply of stuff for the dream realm to make dreams from that have the conflict of good versus evil...
cnn has show on again about kahn academy, which uses a level to level learning path...yes, well, players of wow chuckle at this...
brb
quote
“He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer”
quote
There's more to that, but its gotten tougher to snag things from the web!..anyway, what I had in mind was the attention given to small details in poems in the modernist, if the 1920s or so can be considered modernist!, fashion...there's a bit by TS Eliot on the web about Blake and his minute particulars...let me see if wiki has a take....brb...Eliot's poems are glued together minute particulars of the sort I had in mind, and of course the famous poem, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird...brb...hmmph, apparently in my equipage I've been hauling along a notion of minute particulars that's a little off, but something of it is in the technical jargon of the imagist and modernist poets and their poems, and here is link to wiki's take on Wallace Stevens' poem, which would have been a real marvel if he had just replaced Blackbird with Raven!!...hmmph...link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirteen_Ways_of_Looking_at_a_Blackbird
and here one link to a comic book about dreams, called, The Dreaming....it's a popular subject of comics, it seems...link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dreaming_(comics)
http://start.toshiba.com/tv/3/player/vendor/CNN/player/sf/asset/gnrc-4wGUZ3MPbX/source/Clips
anyway, I've been trying to get a handle on the dreams, and thought they are like crumpled up sunday newspaper comics...I can see bits and pieces...and I'm at a lost what to report, so interpolate...having seen and read comics, it's an educated guess, if comics can be regarded as educational!
and another thought has been that going into a dream is like going through a kaleidoscopic portal...understandable things and events from the real world fragment into pieces in the portal, and then get interpolated by the dream realm....and coming back from the dreams, the dreams go through the portal and the reverse happens....the dream realm is fragmented by the portal, and interpolated by the real world!....if the dream realm has sentient beings, I imagine they have has much trouble reporting my reality, as I do dreams!....oh..did a word search, and here's a manufacturer that makes a kalidiscope, and it's called, 'Portal' as it happens....link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4PF_rGWG4w
in a moment here, I'll look about for comics about dreams...
In WOW there are two warring factions, the alliance, and the horde....my dreams can be a bit nightmarish at time, too, and I've wondered how to report...well, I'll make the menacing things into comic characters and things, the horde...with that in mind...
In this first dream, I am presented with a short pipe that has inside it a technological break through...'just open the pipe', it's explained...two helpers appear, and while I and one helper hold one end, the other helper pulls on the pipe and stretches it out a long long way....the pipe gets thinner and thinner, and becomes transparent...inside is a glowing sorta blue sorta liquid sorta solid stuff that 'will solve the energy crisis' or something....the purpose of the stretching is to break the pipe, and free the stuff inside...this doesn't happen, I just the see the pipe with the blue in it....
Before the next dream, sorta, I saw very briefly like a letter of the alphabet elaborated in Celtic art fashion, which is to say like a drawing of a complex knot...
I think I may have dreamed more about the pipe, it seemed to be important, but I just couldn't focus...anyway, on to the next...
There's a long rectangular room, and in it, I have a space to lay out my things and a place to sleep...there are a few other people being accommodated...I leave the room briefly, and when I return, it is packed with people, all men, and sitting on furniture, the floor, wherever, and all upright...I plead that I just want a spot to stretch out and sleep...I go through a door, into a hallway...there are more rooms, some with bunk beds, and I'm told, 'this is for the women'...and I answer, I just want a place to sleep...and find another big empty room, like a banquet room, but with out tables, and I stretch out on the floor...it seems I'm at some resort...and outside, I'm seated at a long table, people on either side, like a picnic...and a horde character appears standing across from me...he removes a weapon form his belt...it's short and roundish, and his fingers are just stubs...he wants me to look at it, and I do just to have him move off, and he returns the weapon to his belt where it must snap on or something, as I saw no holster...and then he shows me a newspaper clipping with a photo of a man with a beard, asking if I know this man....and I say, 'yes, I saw this story in newspaper, he's a numbers man'....and I seem to know the man was killed, or captured..the horde man leaves....I tell the person next to me...'he was playing us, or something...' and that person agrees...I get up, and say I want to leave...my car is outside the resort, and I feel locked in, and again in the rooms, I meet a fellow in a suit, the resort manager I think, who I had seen before, and tell him, 'you have a nice place'...when in truth I think the place is a menacing place...a horde place...
A curio of wow, is that one can be an alliance character, or a horde character..'it's just a game', I've been counseled...one can be many things with one's avatars, though for the most part people...I've thought it would be fun to have a critter avatar or two....the whole game revolves around different conflicts between the alliance and the horde, and while the horde characters look like something out of zombie movies, they have their own honor and codes, and the whole thing is kinda like picking sides in the war between the states...
I've seen so many stories with good guys and bad guys, that there's just an endless supply of stuff for the dream realm to make dreams from that have the conflict of good versus evil...
cnn has show on again about kahn academy, which uses a level to level learning path...yes, well, players of wow chuckle at this...
brb
quote
“He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer”
quote
There's more to that, but its gotten tougher to snag things from the web!..anyway, what I had in mind was the attention given to small details in poems in the modernist, if the 1920s or so can be considered modernist!, fashion...there's a bit by TS Eliot on the web about Blake and his minute particulars...let me see if wiki has a take....brb...Eliot's poems are glued together minute particulars of the sort I had in mind, and of course the famous poem, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird...brb...hmmph, apparently in my equipage I've been hauling along a notion of minute particulars that's a little off, but something of it is in the technical jargon of the imagist and modernist poets and their poems, and here is link to wiki's take on Wallace Stevens' poem, which would have been a real marvel if he had just replaced Blackbird with Raven!!...hmmph...link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirteen_Ways_of_Looking_at_a_Blackbird
and here one link to a comic book about dreams, called, The Dreaming....it's a popular subject of comics, it seems...link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dreaming_(comics)
Friday, November 11, 2011
Speakers and Pool
I'm in a large room, part of a school or something, and being asked if they could use my sound equipment...I say sure, and try to unpack things, everything is against a wall...I reach over try to get my hands around something like a speaker...hovering behind me, anxious, is someone like an instructor, or boss....and I get annoyed, whirl about, and tell them to lay off, and boast of the protests I've made...'I've been to the wall for this and that, this is nothing'....the boss or instructor listens standing very still...and I feel a bit flummoxed, knowing it's a hopeless argument I can't win....
I'm taking care of a house while the owners are away..it has a jacuzzi in the house, and a pool in the backyard....I'm in the house jacuzzi, which is a pool sorta thing, and then I'm in the backyard pool, which I think is nice to have all to myself, and I try to do laps, but it's too small...I dive under water, and see two rabbit like creatures sleeping...they stir when I near them, and I think, 'I need my underwater camera...'...and I go back to the house to get the camera...in the backyard, the pool has enlarged to like a large pond, and people have arrived playing in the pond, one person I dont like, and have a quarrel with...in the water, I see more critters, maybe sea serpents....
Morgan Freeman has a tv show called, Through the Wormhole....some of the subjects may be dream related...I haven't seen it....Freeman can yakity yak though....I've heard him go off on things on other shows...
Trying to recall what Greek muse was the dream muse..brb...
Well, there isn't a dream muse, but I read through wiki's take on the Muses, and it included Robert Grave's pronouncement on the poet's encounter with The Muse....Graves is an odd rabbit, and one is befuddled by just what personal iconography for things he inter weaved in all his works....anyway, I know there is a Greek god of sleep, and maybe one for dreams...brb...oh...here's link to wiki on muses:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muse
brb...
quote
The land of dreams (Demos Oneiroi) was located somewhere in the underworld, presumably near the domain of Night and her children. Poets often referred to the two gates leading from the dream realm. One gate was fashioned of sawn ivory, the other of polished horn. False dreams were said to pass through the gate of ivory, while truthful, prophetic dreams winged their way out through the gate of horn. There was also said to be a wilted elm tree in Morpheus' domain, upon which the dreams fashioned by the Oneiroi hung, with the appearance of winged phantom-shapes.
from wiki's take on Morpheous
here's another, god of nightmares...Phobetor
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phobetor
but things get better with this one...brb...I must get the book...link:
quote
Pausanias is most at home in describing the religious art and architecture of Olympia and of Delphi. Yet, even in the most secluded regions of Greece, he is fascinated by all kinds of quaint and primitive images of the gods, holy relics, and many other sacred and mysterious objects. At Thebes he views the shields of those who died at the Battle of Leuctra, the ruins of the house of Pindar, and the statues of Hesiod, Arion, Thamyris, and Orpheus in the grove of the Muses on Helicon, as well as the portraits of Corinna at Tanagra and of Polybius in the cities of Arcadia.
from wiki
unquote
Pausanias describes a statue of the 'Black Demeter'...and I'm trying to find that...brb...
I've purchased book through amazon...will up date when it comes...
I'm taking care of a house while the owners are away..it has a jacuzzi in the house, and a pool in the backyard....I'm in the house jacuzzi, which is a pool sorta thing, and then I'm in the backyard pool, which I think is nice to have all to myself, and I try to do laps, but it's too small...I dive under water, and see two rabbit like creatures sleeping...they stir when I near them, and I think, 'I need my underwater camera...'...and I go back to the house to get the camera...in the backyard, the pool has enlarged to like a large pond, and people have arrived playing in the pond, one person I dont like, and have a quarrel with...in the water, I see more critters, maybe sea serpents....
Morgan Freeman has a tv show called, Through the Wormhole....some of the subjects may be dream related...I haven't seen it....Freeman can yakity yak though....I've heard him go off on things on other shows...
Trying to recall what Greek muse was the dream muse..brb...
Well, there isn't a dream muse, but I read through wiki's take on the Muses, and it included Robert Grave's pronouncement on the poet's encounter with The Muse....Graves is an odd rabbit, and one is befuddled by just what personal iconography for things he inter weaved in all his works....anyway, I know there is a Greek god of sleep, and maybe one for dreams...brb...oh...here's link to wiki on muses:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muse
brb...
quote
The land of dreams (Demos Oneiroi) was located somewhere in the underworld, presumably near the domain of Night and her children. Poets often referred to the two gates leading from the dream realm. One gate was fashioned of sawn ivory, the other of polished horn. False dreams were said to pass through the gate of ivory, while truthful, prophetic dreams winged their way out through the gate of horn. There was also said to be a wilted elm tree in Morpheus' domain, upon which the dreams fashioned by the Oneiroi hung, with the appearance of winged phantom-shapes.
from wiki's take on Morpheous
here's another, god of nightmares...Phobetor
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phobetor
but things get better with this one...brb...I must get the book...link:
quote
Pausanias is most at home in describing the religious art and architecture of Olympia and of Delphi. Yet, even in the most secluded regions of Greece, he is fascinated by all kinds of quaint and primitive images of the gods, holy relics, and many other sacred and mysterious objects. At Thebes he views the shields of those who died at the Battle of Leuctra, the ruins of the house of Pindar, and the statues of Hesiod, Arion, Thamyris, and Orpheus in the grove of the Muses on Helicon, as well as the portraits of Corinna at Tanagra and of Polybius in the cities of Arcadia.
from wiki
unquote
Pausanias describes a statue of the 'Black Demeter'...and I'm trying to find that...brb...
I've purchased book through amazon...will up date when it comes...
Thursday, November 10, 2011
The CT
CT is short for Conspiracy Theory....I have an ongoing repeating dream that probably stems from watching too many mysteries on tv...consistently there are two interrogators that take an interest in my take on the CT, and for some reason, I am often just laying out what I think about it to them....maybe they want to know how much I know, and maybe I want to call them out, try to see if I'm right...since I started this little blog, I've been kinda waiting for the twins to show up, twins is what I call them...anyway,
In the dream I'm laying out the CT, much as a detective might lay out how a crime went down to a room full of suspects...'exposition[' I think this is called in novel writing....and the detective, of course, is trying to get a rise out of the prime suspects, who, in turn, are smug with the knowledge of what happened....so, after telling the CT to the twin Cs, who know everything there is to know about the CT, another character enters the room, neatly dressed in suit and tie, and takes a seat in a plush chair...I point to him and say, 'see, he's just like you'...and 'no', it's explained, 'he's a bondsman'...and they point to my left, and there I see a wide view of a room like the stock exchange...the man in the suit trades in bonds, I gather...
More on the CT when the twins show up again...maybe I can get a better angle on the CT and the twins...this little dream didn't have much happening...
That one can have a dream, recall it, have it repeat, and in some way prepare for the reoccurances, is very odd.
Also odd, which I gathered from the web last night, is that every major religion on the planet, has been rooted in some dream, or vision, and the religions often have instruction on how to interpret and respond to dreams. Dream study has a name, and a curio would be to know how formalized the study has been over the ages...brb...well, sheesh...'dream study' google search finds this:
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This Web site contains everything needed to conduct scientific studies of dream meaning using a system of content analysis. For general information, follow one of the following three links:
http://www2.ucsc.edu/dreams/
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But that's not what I was looking for, dream study has a name, begins with an 'o'...brb...oh...sheesh...here's a site with what my be part of the CT...notion is that the alien abduction reports are from folk who actually dreamed of such encounters...this to say it all happened in the realm of dreams, rather than the real world...msnbc picked this up...link:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/45051979/ns/technology_and_science-science/t/alien-abductions-may-be-vivid-dreams-study/
brb..still looking for name...found it...here's wiki's take:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oneirology
wiki sites often have a 'see also' at the bottom of a discussion...this one has, see also 'the lathe of heaven', which made me sit up when I saw it years ago on tv...thought was, 'how'd that get on tv?'...aliens were very cool....wiki's take on the movie is here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lathe_of_Heaven
I knew this, but didn't link it in my thoughts, the author, (whose father, if I remember right, wrote the book about Ishi), got the title from Taoism....read the take, it has good anecdote about the title!
Here's link to Ursula Le Guin's web site...splash page is very wowish...curious to see what sci fi writers think of wow...for sometime!
link: http://www.ursulakleguin.com/
In the dream I'm laying out the CT, much as a detective might lay out how a crime went down to a room full of suspects...'exposition[' I think this is called in novel writing....and the detective, of course, is trying to get a rise out of the prime suspects, who, in turn, are smug with the knowledge of what happened....so, after telling the CT to the twin Cs, who know everything there is to know about the CT, another character enters the room, neatly dressed in suit and tie, and takes a seat in a plush chair...I point to him and say, 'see, he's just like you'...and 'no', it's explained, 'he's a bondsman'...and they point to my left, and there I see a wide view of a room like the stock exchange...the man in the suit trades in bonds, I gather...
More on the CT when the twins show up again...maybe I can get a better angle on the CT and the twins...this little dream didn't have much happening...
That one can have a dream, recall it, have it repeat, and in some way prepare for the reoccurances, is very odd.
Also odd, which I gathered from the web last night, is that every major religion on the planet, has been rooted in some dream, or vision, and the religions often have instruction on how to interpret and respond to dreams. Dream study has a name, and a curio would be to know how formalized the study has been over the ages...brb...well, sheesh...'dream study' google search finds this:
quote
This Web site contains everything needed to conduct scientific studies of dream meaning using a system of content analysis. For general information, follow one of the following three links:
http://www2.ucsc.edu/dreams/
unquote
But that's not what I was looking for, dream study has a name, begins with an 'o'...brb...oh...sheesh...here's a site with what my be part of the CT...notion is that the alien abduction reports are from folk who actually dreamed of such encounters...this to say it all happened in the realm of dreams, rather than the real world...msnbc picked this up...link:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/45051979/ns/technology_and_science-science/t/alien-abductions-may-be-vivid-dreams-study/
brb..still looking for name...found it...here's wiki's take:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oneirology
wiki sites often have a 'see also' at the bottom of a discussion...this one has, see also 'the lathe of heaven', which made me sit up when I saw it years ago on tv...thought was, 'how'd that get on tv?'...aliens were very cool....wiki's take on the movie is here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lathe_of_Heaven
I knew this, but didn't link it in my thoughts, the author, (whose father, if I remember right, wrote the book about Ishi), got the title from Taoism....read the take, it has good anecdote about the title!
Here's link to Ursula Le Guin's web site...splash page is very wowish...curious to see what sci fi writers think of wow...for sometime!
link: http://www.ursulakleguin.com/
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Cloud Ships
I was floating in the clouds aboard a flying ship...other ships nearby....sometimes the ship would go through a cloud, cold and moist, sorta, and it was hard to breath until the ship was out of the cloud....
It was cold, sorta...cold is a sensation I can't recall feeling in a dream...my dream characters are a bit like my wow avatar, sound and sights, but other feelings and such are second hand, like from a story or movie....
I looked up and read some of the the commentaries on Keat's Ode To A Grecian Urn, and happened on Robert Graves' comments, like from 1924....Graves wrote a book called, The Meaning of Dreams, and often in his other works he mentions dreams....some of his poems have his take....if one can get past his punditries, Graves commentaries are more interesting than his poems....and his poems often have features of dreams, though the poems are very plain spun looking....Graves is sorta an English Robert Frost...the modern premise is that dreams are an interpretation of events while awake, and Grave's acknowledges this, but also points out, that in olden times, dreams and the whole supernatural world, were regarded as real...to Shakespeare, he explains, the witches in Macbeth had real world counterparts...Graves has a way of turning everything over, and saying, 'wait, consider this...'
It was cold, sorta...cold is a sensation I can't recall feeling in a dream...my dream characters are a bit like my wow avatar, sound and sights, but other feelings and such are second hand, like from a story or movie....
I looked up and read some of the the commentaries on Keat's Ode To A Grecian Urn, and happened on Robert Graves' comments, like from 1924....Graves wrote a book called, The Meaning of Dreams, and often in his other works he mentions dreams....some of his poems have his take....if one can get past his punditries, Graves commentaries are more interesting than his poems....and his poems often have features of dreams, though the poems are very plain spun looking....Graves is sorta an English Robert Frost...the modern premise is that dreams are an interpretation of events while awake, and Grave's acknowledges this, but also points out, that in olden times, dreams and the whole supernatural world, were regarded as real...to Shakespeare, he explains, the witches in Macbeth had real world counterparts...Graves has a way of turning everything over, and saying, 'wait, consider this...'
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Knight and Fortune Telling T-Shirts
I'm in the wow game, sorta, but I'm full size, the game characters are arrayed on a counter top, where a friend is playing...not to disturb, I move around behind my friend, and along the L shaped counter top to my left...on the counter top, I sight a figure I'm thinking of attacking, but the character is level 85, beyond my abilities....the figure is the size of a toy soldier, and like a knight, and there are two more by the counter top's edge, and they're level 40s, and I think I could play against them, but would make a distraction to my friend, so, being courteous, I return the way I came...
I'm returning from camping in the redwoods, and thinking, 'From now on , I'll do all my camping in redwood parks...'...and in a desert like countryside, we've stopped at like an antique souvenir second hand store, and are looking at a stack of fortune telling things...first I see like magic eight balls, they morph into t shirts, and on the shirts long lists of fortunes...'fortunes printed on the inside too', it's explained...I look inside one shirt, and it is so, and it's a small size, all the stack I'm looking at are smalls...I'd seen large earlier, but cant find the large shirts again...the wrappings are dusty and torn...the shirts morph, or something, and they are packaged now with like a small box filled with bric a bracs...I get a good look at these, but cant recall,,it's time for my friend to leave, and I wonder if I will see them again...and I see my friend walking with another friend, who knows their first language, and I'm a bit jealous...'it's friday, I have three more days of vacation, if you have time...', I tell my friend, who is non committal, and I am somewhat steeled to not seeing my friend again, again...
The niche wow and video games fill now, was toy soldiers and knights, and indians,, and cowboys, and such when I was a kid...and of course, the video games appeal to all ages!, though, those struck with nostalgia, collect the toy soldiers, and such, when older too...being polite is just me, awake or asleep, and I often draw back from a pursuit if it might interfere, or be rude...
In the second dream, the part about the fortune telling, that's a repeat, oh, and the redwood camping too, which I've dreamt of often...as I move through a dream, it doesn't seem possible to go back and see what I just saw with out it morphing...in fact, everything seems always in flux, and changeable, a bit like Proteus...
Dreams have kind of their own physical laws, which I think resemble the kind of thing computers can do in simulations and gamescapes....I have a quote from Feynman that suggest that computers would give food for thought....and found that looking up things on the web, vortex theory, quantum computers, computer simulations, and I stumbled on the Blue Brain project...Swiss have taken on the task of building a human brain beginning by dissecting rat brains 'down to the neurons'....apparently one neuron has the computing capacity of an average laptop, and there are millions of these...so it will take awhile, ten years it's thought....movies have a take on all this, of course!
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thinking would give us some new ideas . . .
On quantum physics and computer simulation
http://library.lanl.gov/cgi-bin/getfile?27-02.pdf
unquote
I'm returning from camping in the redwoods, and thinking, 'From now on , I'll do all my camping in redwood parks...'...and in a desert like countryside, we've stopped at like an antique souvenir second hand store, and are looking at a stack of fortune telling things...first I see like magic eight balls, they morph into t shirts, and on the shirts long lists of fortunes...'fortunes printed on the inside too', it's explained...I look inside one shirt, and it is so, and it's a small size, all the stack I'm looking at are smalls...I'd seen large earlier, but cant find the large shirts again...the wrappings are dusty and torn...the shirts morph, or something, and they are packaged now with like a small box filled with bric a bracs...I get a good look at these, but cant recall,,it's time for my friend to leave, and I wonder if I will see them again...and I see my friend walking with another friend, who knows their first language, and I'm a bit jealous...'it's friday, I have three more days of vacation, if you have time...', I tell my friend, who is non committal, and I am somewhat steeled to not seeing my friend again, again...
The niche wow and video games fill now, was toy soldiers and knights, and indians,, and cowboys, and such when I was a kid...and of course, the video games appeal to all ages!, though, those struck with nostalgia, collect the toy soldiers, and such, when older too...being polite is just me, awake or asleep, and I often draw back from a pursuit if it might interfere, or be rude...
In the second dream, the part about the fortune telling, that's a repeat, oh, and the redwood camping too, which I've dreamt of often...as I move through a dream, it doesn't seem possible to go back and see what I just saw with out it morphing...in fact, everything seems always in flux, and changeable, a bit like Proteus...
Dreams have kind of their own physical laws, which I think resemble the kind of thing computers can do in simulations and gamescapes....I have a quote from Feynman that suggest that computers would give food for thought....and found that looking up things on the web, vortex theory, quantum computers, computer simulations, and I stumbled on the Blue Brain project...Swiss have taken on the task of building a human brain beginning by dissecting rat brains 'down to the neurons'....apparently one neuron has the computing capacity of an average laptop, and there are millions of these...so it will take awhile, ten years it's thought....movies have a take on all this, of course!
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I mentioned . . . the possibility . . . of things being affected not just
by the past, but also by the future, and therefore that our probabilities
are in some sense “illusory.” We only have the information
from the past and we try to predict the next step, but in reality it
depends upon the near future . . .I’m trying to get . . . you people
who think about computer-simulation possibilities to . . . digest . . .
the real answers of quantum mechanics and see if you can’t invent
a different point of view than the physicists . . .
. . . the discovery of computers and the thinking about computers
has turned out to be extremely useful in many branches of human
reasoning. For instance, we never really understood how lousy our
understanding of languages was, the theory of grammar and all that
stuff, until we tried to make a computer which would be able to
understand language . . . I . . . was hoping that the computer-type
thinking would give us some new ideas . . .
Richard Feynman
On quantum physics and computer simulation
http://library.lanl.gov/cgi-bin/getfile?27-02.pdf
unquote
Monday, November 7, 2011
Little Bears
I'm floating, in like a deep tide pool, and just waking up, in the dream, and think, 'how nice to be sleeping and floating and how more comfortable than a bed, more certainly than my bunk...' and the scene changes, and I'm looking down on an unmowed sorta lawn, and we're seeing through a special view screen that reveals hidden things, and I see like dozens of tiny bears playing in the grass...'oh, I want one!', I think...and there's some commotion to the right...'a rattlesnake'...and rattlesnake, frightened, is sliding off, some viewers in pursuit...'there's baby rattlesnakes in the grasses', it's explained...and I see the grasses rustle as the baby rattlesnakes escape...there are small outcroppings, and I'm looking for the little bears, but see only a crab shell, like the large crabs in tide pools, pachys...I poke around the rocks with a two pronged sorta kitchen tool...'there could be rattlesnakes in the crevices'.....I have to keep my attention constantly on this task....I wonder what a living crab would look like, and I see one in the open on the rocks....
'Turth is beauty, and beauty truth.'....Keats, I think....maybe that's all reality one can gather--truth....better have a look at wiki's take on reality!...brb...
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Reality is often contrasted with what is imaginary, delusional, (only) in the mind, dreams, what is abstract, what is false, or what is fictional. The truth refers to what is real, while falsity refers to what is not. Fictions are not considered real.
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hmmph...
quote
'Turth is beauty, and beauty truth.'....Keats, I think....maybe that's all reality one can gather--truth....better have a look at wiki's take on reality!...brb...
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Reality is often contrasted with what is imaginary, delusional, (only) in the mind, dreams, what is abstract, what is false, or what is fictional. The truth refers to what is real, while falsity refers to what is not. Fictions are not considered real.
unquote
hmmph...
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Is Beauty Truth and Truth Beauty?
How Keats's famous line applies to math and science
| March 18, 2007 |1
end quote
On reading that article, I happened on the abandon 'vortex theory', which had it that atoms are tiny vibrating things in a rigid 'aether', that has no friction. Perhaps....
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Sail Boat and Tour Group
I'm on a ferry in a harbor....wharf to my left, and out in the bay, a sail boat with a very very tall mast, and like a half dozen square rigged sails that have a chinese junk look...and two old time wooden ships with like empty parking building structures on their decks...
I'm in my kitchen before dawn, and bus drivers, with blue polo uniform shirts, and their tours, lots of elderly tourist, have invited themselves in, and filing past me...and I protest the intrusion, speaking in the dream, but with like a partially paralyzed voiced, but I do get out...'I am incredulous'...
Dreams disperse as soon as I say something about them...and usually what I have to say is regarded as off topic and out of place by the dream.., most dreams end with me feeling I was out of place, and sorta kicked out!....dont know, but a dream seems to have a personality...
The boat I saw, just the sail mostly, I say this after I tried to draw it, and realized I hadn't seen the hull, was remarkable, and why I thought the sails had a chinese look, I dont know, but I looked about google sailboat images, and there was one with three masts that had a lot of square sails on the masts, instead of the usual three each, and then I saw a pic of that tall building made to look like a sail, which has some resemblance, but not close...I mean, I saw boats, and the harbor, and the superstructures on the two other ships were like made of dark wood...
I thought some more on wiki's take on surrealism, which seem to lean to the artists and such that joined together, and curious that politics was involved, anarchists and communists, which is thought sometime to be behind the current protests....but surreal, adjective surreal, art is very old, and thinking on just what art isn't surreal, I was hard pressed!...don't know but at times I feel like in a wonderland seeking reality, the real in a surreal world!
Talking in a dream, like walking, like anything, is very sluggish, and I see the explanation, that this is so because the usual ability to move and such, if active in a dream...well, one has seen dog feet twitching!
I'm in my kitchen before dawn, and bus drivers, with blue polo uniform shirts, and their tours, lots of elderly tourist, have invited themselves in, and filing past me...and I protest the intrusion, speaking in the dream, but with like a partially paralyzed voiced, but I do get out...'I am incredulous'...
Dreams disperse as soon as I say something about them...and usually what I have to say is regarded as off topic and out of place by the dream.., most dreams end with me feeling I was out of place, and sorta kicked out!....dont know, but a dream seems to have a personality...
The boat I saw, just the sail mostly, I say this after I tried to draw it, and realized I hadn't seen the hull, was remarkable, and why I thought the sails had a chinese look, I dont know, but I looked about google sailboat images, and there was one with three masts that had a lot of square sails on the masts, instead of the usual three each, and then I saw a pic of that tall building made to look like a sail, which has some resemblance, but not close...I mean, I saw boats, and the harbor, and the superstructures on the two other ships were like made of dark wood...
I thought some more on wiki's take on surrealism, which seem to lean to the artists and such that joined together, and curious that politics was involved, anarchists and communists, which is thought sometime to be behind the current protests....but surreal, adjective surreal, art is very old, and thinking on just what art isn't surreal, I was hard pressed!...don't know but at times I feel like in a wonderland seeking reality, the real in a surreal world!
Talking in a dream, like walking, like anything, is very sluggish, and I see the explanation, that this is so because the usual ability to move and such, if active in a dream...well, one has seen dog feet twitching!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Pink Critter and Drop Off
It's an upper floor hallway in a high rise hotel, and outside a room's doorway, a woman sees a creature, the size of a large sheep dog, and covered with long long pink hair, so long, that one can't tell which end is which...the creature is frightening, but rolls on it's back, and the woman scratches its tummy...down the hall is another pink creature near two men, and it's not a different creature, but the same pink creature in two places at once....
I can't recall the beginning of this one, but I was looking carefully at some machine parts, small parts of some sort, and I gather them up and take them on a delivery....a climber is with...we come to a slope, a forested slope maybe, or maybe a cityscape, and walk down to where there is a loading dock, or maybe a rock outcrop over a drop off that is very smooth, but asymmetrical, natural looking, and I walk to the edge of it, and look down the steep drop off, and I walk back up the slope to go around a safer way.....the climber decides to go over the drop off...as I walk, I hear a thump....climber took a fall, I think, but no...'I bumped my head, standing up in in a cave..' the climber says...
Well, reporting dreams and watching tv at the same time, and a tv movie that just started, which I cant make heads or tails of, but it's about mining, first it was silver or gold, now it looks like that mine hit oil, and miners keep getting hurt in the mine...well, it doesn't make a bit of sense, and a bit surreal.....oh...movie is about 'oilmen'...maybe it has a title...I guess I just missed the title...hmmph...mr. plainville?, and coyote hill?...brb....plainview...'there will be blood' it's called, and so poker table grim, sat nite live is on,,,click...
Now, I've been meaning to look up the surreal artists movement,,,paintings are like static dreams...brb...well, hmmph...I read through wikis take on surrealism, and it has an extensive history and lore, and it may well be noted that there's nothing likely in this blog that wasn't gone over by the surrealists....so, anyone doing a close study of dreams, may want to divert over into surrealism...
WOW is consistantly realistic, on its own terms, something I admire, and I wonder about the impact of wow on art and entertainment....for now, making a computer game like wow takes a staff similar to a major motion picture studio....but it seems only a matter of time before an individual on their own could create a wow realm, and story line, and all the beeps and whistles...wow is a dreamy sort of realm, but unlike dreams, it's not all chopped up, which makes me wonder why dreams are all chopped up....
well, tonight has an extra hour, daylight savings time happening, and maybe time to play wow a bit...
I can't recall the beginning of this one, but I was looking carefully at some machine parts, small parts of some sort, and I gather them up and take them on a delivery....a climber is with...we come to a slope, a forested slope maybe, or maybe a cityscape, and walk down to where there is a loading dock, or maybe a rock outcrop over a drop off that is very smooth, but asymmetrical, natural looking, and I walk to the edge of it, and look down the steep drop off, and I walk back up the slope to go around a safer way.....the climber decides to go over the drop off...as I walk, I hear a thump....climber took a fall, I think, but no...'I bumped my head, standing up in in a cave..' the climber says...
Well, reporting dreams and watching tv at the same time, and a tv movie that just started, which I cant make heads or tails of, but it's about mining, first it was silver or gold, now it looks like that mine hit oil, and miners keep getting hurt in the mine...well, it doesn't make a bit of sense, and a bit surreal.....oh...movie is about 'oilmen'...maybe it has a title...I guess I just missed the title...hmmph...mr. plainville?, and coyote hill?...brb....plainview...'there will be blood' it's called, and so poker table grim, sat nite live is on,,,click...
Now, I've been meaning to look up the surreal artists movement,,,paintings are like static dreams...brb...well, hmmph...I read through wikis take on surrealism, and it has an extensive history and lore, and it may well be noted that there's nothing likely in this blog that wasn't gone over by the surrealists....so, anyone doing a close study of dreams, may want to divert over into surrealism...
WOW is consistantly realistic, on its own terms, something I admire, and I wonder about the impact of wow on art and entertainment....for now, making a computer game like wow takes a staff similar to a major motion picture studio....but it seems only a matter of time before an individual on their own could create a wow realm, and story line, and all the beeps and whistles...wow is a dreamy sort of realm, but unlike dreams, it's not all chopped up, which makes me wonder why dreams are all chopped up....
well, tonight has an extra hour, daylight savings time happening, and maybe time to play wow a bit...
no dream report tonight
I didn't sleep at all last night, slept too much the night before I think, and when I did finally fall asleep, almost at daybreak, well, I dont recall any dreams! Think I had like four hours sleep, and will try to get proper rest tonight!
Thought some on Heart's song, 'These Dreams'...here's link to lyrics at Songfacts site...song has touching backstory thereabout, and a lot of fans!
link: http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=3443
and here's song, Allison Krauss with Heart...
link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HEtV-AhX4Q
And here link to Heart's music video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41P8UxneDJE&ob=av2e
Music, and music videos, are like a mating of reality and dream, not quite one, or the other, but vastly more popular than either!!
Oh, and hmmph, now I've gone and found Songfacts' list of songs about dreams...I might not get any sleep tonight, again!
link: http://www.songfacts.com/category-songs_inspired_by_dreams.php
Thought some on Heart's song, 'These Dreams'...here's link to lyrics at Songfacts site...song has touching backstory thereabout, and a lot of fans!
link: http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=3443
and here's song, Allison Krauss with Heart...
link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HEtV-AhX4Q
And here link to Heart's music video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41P8UxneDJE&ob=av2e
Music, and music videos, are like a mating of reality and dream, not quite one, or the other, but vastly more popular than either!!
Oh, and hmmph, now I've gone and found Songfacts' list of songs about dreams...I might not get any sleep tonight, again!
link: http://www.songfacts.com/category-songs_inspired_by_dreams.php
Friday, November 4, 2011
The Mine
It is very difficult to render a dream, rendering being a close exact copy when drawing...with that in mind...
There's an old mine, on a hillside, in wooded hills, and being worked by two miners, who at the moment aren't mining, but repairing old pipes, which are odd pipes, like large black plastic pbs outer pipe, but with window putty like inner pipe...a young vagabond happens along, needing work and money, and is hired by the miners...after awhile, one afternoon, the vagabond, who looks a bit like a girl masquerading as a boy, and has a triangular sorta skull seen from the side, which I think would be easy to draw, for some reason...I always look for little tricks like geometric shapes when drawing people, but I'm just observing in this dream and this a spurious digression, but was part of the dream too!...I digress in dreams...anyway, on this afternoon, the vagabond tells the miners he has enough money now, and would like to leave, but the miners say no, there's a contract obligation...that night, the miners are awakened to the sound of a shovel shoveling, and go out through the mine along a catwalk, and looking down into a hollow, see the vagabond working, shoveling the edges of a bonfire to keep the logs and large pieces of bark all together, and beside to the left is another bonfire likewise being fed and maintained...the miners, impressed by the vagabonds diligence, trying to finish the work on his own after work hours, agree the next day to shorten the contract...and say to the vagabond the next day, 'lets go to town for some relaxation'...and here the scene changes, almost like the film crew doing this dream, the cameraman, got distracted, and I see through a clearing in the trees a hawk, redtail I think, but with an eagle like beak, and it is perched, then perched on a nest, then there's a fledgling in the nest, then the fledgling is forward of the nest, wings out, then the hawk comes down to the fledgling and coaxes the fledgling back to the nest, and the the view shifts to a wider angle...both hawk and fledgling fly up and off, trying to escape a large black winged raptor approaching over a lake...
Watching a movie, one is always digressing, the most annoying sort when someone says, 'oh, that's not possible..', or some such movie doubt...one wishes for the suspension of disbelief, or at least keep ones doubts to themselves! Quiet observation is kind of important.
The gender of the vagabond wasn't questioned until I brought it up observing, and it was like the dream obliged, the vagabond sort of wobbling in look between male and female, finally settling on male...very odd...but often a question thought on my part makes a dream shimmer and jiggle, like trying to see clearly through the surface of a pool that is sometimes still, and sometimes wind riffled...my thoughts being the wind...one needs to stay thought quiet, it would seem, for a dream to play out on its own...
oh, forgot this part (and like half a dozen dreams last night),,,the vagabond explains to the miners his plight just before they go to town...he says he's a novelist, and that he wrote and produced a play, that was a flop, and took all his resources....the setting of the dream was like the old west...
There's an old mine, on a hillside, in wooded hills, and being worked by two miners, who at the moment aren't mining, but repairing old pipes, which are odd pipes, like large black plastic pbs outer pipe, but with window putty like inner pipe...a young vagabond happens along, needing work and money, and is hired by the miners...after awhile, one afternoon, the vagabond, who looks a bit like a girl masquerading as a boy, and has a triangular sorta skull seen from the side, which I think would be easy to draw, for some reason...I always look for little tricks like geometric shapes when drawing people, but I'm just observing in this dream and this a spurious digression, but was part of the dream too!...I digress in dreams...anyway, on this afternoon, the vagabond tells the miners he has enough money now, and would like to leave, but the miners say no, there's a contract obligation...that night, the miners are awakened to the sound of a shovel shoveling, and go out through the mine along a catwalk, and looking down into a hollow, see the vagabond working, shoveling the edges of a bonfire to keep the logs and large pieces of bark all together, and beside to the left is another bonfire likewise being fed and maintained...the miners, impressed by the vagabonds diligence, trying to finish the work on his own after work hours, agree the next day to shorten the contract...and say to the vagabond the next day, 'lets go to town for some relaxation'...and here the scene changes, almost like the film crew doing this dream, the cameraman, got distracted, and I see through a clearing in the trees a hawk, redtail I think, but with an eagle like beak, and it is perched, then perched on a nest, then there's a fledgling in the nest, then the fledgling is forward of the nest, wings out, then the hawk comes down to the fledgling and coaxes the fledgling back to the nest, and the the view shifts to a wider angle...both hawk and fledgling fly up and off, trying to escape a large black winged raptor approaching over a lake...
Watching a movie, one is always digressing, the most annoying sort when someone says, 'oh, that's not possible..', or some such movie doubt...one wishes for the suspension of disbelief, or at least keep ones doubts to themselves! Quiet observation is kind of important.
The gender of the vagabond wasn't questioned until I brought it up observing, and it was like the dream obliged, the vagabond sort of wobbling in look between male and female, finally settling on male...very odd...but often a question thought on my part makes a dream shimmer and jiggle, like trying to see clearly through the surface of a pool that is sometimes still, and sometimes wind riffled...my thoughts being the wind...one needs to stay thought quiet, it would seem, for a dream to play out on its own...
oh, forgot this part (and like half a dozen dreams last night),,,the vagabond explains to the miners his plight just before they go to town...he says he's a novelist, and that he wrote and produced a play, that was a flop, and took all his resources....the setting of the dream was like the old west...
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Ruins, Pelicans, and Chicken
Recollecting dreams requires a lot of 'like a's', and 'sorta like's'....with that in mind..
A young soldier back from the wars, and at loose ends, and somewhat forlorn, has been hired by an expedition, sort of an archaeological expedition...I seem to be along as an observer...we're all by some ruins...giant walls made of weather worn stones stacked oddly...the walls aren't smooth, but the building is like a series of stone work arches right next to one another, and very worn and weather beaten...'what is it?' I ask...'for storage of antiquities'..and I see the front of the building, which is modern,,, and sorta see egyptian antiquities...the expedition party moves along to an ancient temple, and the young soldier is there, and is very weakened, barely able to stand....and the next scene is inside a spa....and I say, 'this is a real spa'...and it's explained why I'm there, I have experiences that will help the young soldier...or something like that!...oh...inside the temple was a chinese false door...
quote (from wiki)
Chinese architecture from early times used concepts from Chinese cosmology such as feng shui (geomancy) and Taoism to organize construction and layout from common residences to imperial and religious structures.[2] This includes the use of:
I'm on a train, I think, and traveling with friends to a northern coastal city I'd been to years before...we come out from behind a roadside hill side, and begin to see the city through the left windows...I have video of my years ago visit, from just such a train, and I'm showing it to the passengers....the scene outside the windows is just like the video, but out of sync....but slowly the video becomes in sync, and just as we pass a large ferris wheel, or something like a ferris wheel seen on edge, the video and the real scene match and are in sync exactly....we're in our hotel room, and I announce I want to walk about the city and see old sights....I walk to the window, which is floor to ceiling, and clouded with moisture...outside I recognize sidewalks and street....I walk the street, cross the divided street, and climb a steep hill that will take me to the city's central park..I look back, and see the beginning of the canyon I'm in, a curve of shingle top roofs, homes closely together...from very high, I have a view of the city...and I'm on a road, in a car, or something, and can see across the lane to my left the beach and ocean..'will I see birds?' I think, and see pelicans...further along there's a marsh on my right, and I see more pelicans, and a bird with red feathers, patchy near its head, sorta like a pheasant, and then the road leaves the coast, and is winding, a single black top road, too narrow for two cars, and without markings, and I'm not sure I'm in a car, but I'm moving very fast on the black road...
I'm in the company of someone sorta like the fbi agent in the show, bones, and he's dickering with an odd small old man in like a pawn shop...the old man has something, and will trade...the agent offers an old cheap guitar, and the old man takes it, but doesn't think it worth the trade, and takes the strings off, removes a fret, and hands the agent the metal fret...'is it gold?' I ask...'no' it's said...'I'll trade for a chicken dinner', the old man says....and I'm with the agent at like a riprap along a road and beach...I'm above, and below the agent is on the sand, chasing a chicken...I try to help by herding the chicken from above...I even find an abandon crutch like thing left in the rocks, it's covered with black foam cushioning, and even though very long, I cant reach the chicken with it...the agent steps on the chicken...briefly, I see the old man surrounded by remains of chicken dinner..
Dreams are rude...I have no idea what the chicken was in trade for! Chinese courtyards have a false door...on entry, one runs into a wall, and has to go to one side or another to go around and reach the courtyard...the final scene in the Sandpebbles movie has this...the false wall is to keep out demons...in wow, many of the cities, temples, dungeons, and such, have these false doors...the wow game makers really have a fine command of ancient lore and stuff!! The syncing video is some kind of technical insight into just how a dream works, the kinda thing I'm kinda after. On the web, I gathered this bit...it's suspected that people have always dreamed in color, until the advent of black and white tv, after which reports of black and white dreams began to be made. That's a 'quest item' sorta thing I pick up on. I have had the ruins dream before, and the northern city too, which I can name, but the blog has boundaries! And I'll try to stay within them!
A young soldier back from the wars, and at loose ends, and somewhat forlorn, has been hired by an expedition, sort of an archaeological expedition...I seem to be along as an observer...we're all by some ruins...giant walls made of weather worn stones stacked oddly...the walls aren't smooth, but the building is like a series of stone work arches right next to one another, and very worn and weather beaten...'what is it?' I ask...'for storage of antiquities'..and I see the front of the building, which is modern,,, and sorta see egyptian antiquities...the expedition party moves along to an ancient temple, and the young soldier is there, and is very weakened, barely able to stand....and the next scene is inside a spa....and I say, 'this is a real spa'...and it's explained why I'm there, I have experiences that will help the young soldier...or something like that!...oh...inside the temple was a chinese false door...
quote (from wiki)
Chinese architecture from early times used concepts from Chinese cosmology such as feng shui (geomancy) and Taoism to organize construction and layout from common residences to imperial and religious structures.[2] This includes the use of:
- Screen walls to face the main entrance of the house, which stems from the belief that evil things travel in straight lines.
I'm on a train, I think, and traveling with friends to a northern coastal city I'd been to years before...we come out from behind a roadside hill side, and begin to see the city through the left windows...I have video of my years ago visit, from just such a train, and I'm showing it to the passengers....the scene outside the windows is just like the video, but out of sync....but slowly the video becomes in sync, and just as we pass a large ferris wheel, or something like a ferris wheel seen on edge, the video and the real scene match and are in sync exactly....we're in our hotel room, and I announce I want to walk about the city and see old sights....I walk to the window, which is floor to ceiling, and clouded with moisture...outside I recognize sidewalks and street....I walk the street, cross the divided street, and climb a steep hill that will take me to the city's central park..I look back, and see the beginning of the canyon I'm in, a curve of shingle top roofs, homes closely together...from very high, I have a view of the city...and I'm on a road, in a car, or something, and can see across the lane to my left the beach and ocean..'will I see birds?' I think, and see pelicans...further along there's a marsh on my right, and I see more pelicans, and a bird with red feathers, patchy near its head, sorta like a pheasant, and then the road leaves the coast, and is winding, a single black top road, too narrow for two cars, and without markings, and I'm not sure I'm in a car, but I'm moving very fast on the black road...
I'm in the company of someone sorta like the fbi agent in the show, bones, and he's dickering with an odd small old man in like a pawn shop...the old man has something, and will trade...the agent offers an old cheap guitar, and the old man takes it, but doesn't think it worth the trade, and takes the strings off, removes a fret, and hands the agent the metal fret...'is it gold?' I ask...'no' it's said...'I'll trade for a chicken dinner', the old man says....and I'm with the agent at like a riprap along a road and beach...I'm above, and below the agent is on the sand, chasing a chicken...I try to help by herding the chicken from above...I even find an abandon crutch like thing left in the rocks, it's covered with black foam cushioning, and even though very long, I cant reach the chicken with it...the agent steps on the chicken...briefly, I see the old man surrounded by remains of chicken dinner..
Dreams are rude...I have no idea what the chicken was in trade for! Chinese courtyards have a false door...on entry, one runs into a wall, and has to go to one side or another to go around and reach the courtyard...the final scene in the Sandpebbles movie has this...the false wall is to keep out demons...in wow, many of the cities, temples, dungeons, and such, have these false doors...the wow game makers really have a fine command of ancient lore and stuff!! The syncing video is some kind of technical insight into just how a dream works, the kinda thing I'm kinda after. On the web, I gathered this bit...it's suspected that people have always dreamed in color, until the advent of black and white tv, after which reports of black and white dreams began to be made. That's a 'quest item' sorta thing I pick up on. I have had the ruins dream before, and the northern city too, which I can name, but the blog has boundaries! And I'll try to stay within them!
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
no dream report today
I dreamed, but all the recollections slipped away, like so many slippery fish...hmmph...but the news had story of the sale of the Field of Dreams, neat story, neat movie!, and I looked about the blogs for dream journals, and happened on Scientific American's, this month's, story on dreams, which I can't read in full without subscription, but here's their teaser:
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well, matters looked to be being downplayed a bit!...Hollywood has no such problem, and a great deal about dreams is in the movies.
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In Brief
- The act of dreaming is simply thinking about our usual concerns in a different state of consciousness.
- Dreams can be especially helpful for problems that require creativity or visualization to solve.
- By thinking about specific dilemmas before bed, we can increase our chances that we will dream a solution.
well, matters looked to be being downplayed a bit!...Hollywood has no such problem, and a great deal about dreams is in the movies.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Old West and Nature Talk
I'm in the game, and a town like an old west town, and have two companion fighters....the opponents are hidden, though expected to show soon, they're of the sort that appear and disappear, and one opponent should be about any moment, and one companion is going to handle the next fight...and has sidearm at the ready...my avatar stands to the side, sitting this one out...but then the companion starts doing tricks with its weapon, which looks like a strange rife now, and is no longer at the ready, and I protest. 'be serious'....this to a computer generated character!
I'm at a nature talk, and suddenly the speakers change the topic to the impending budget cuts, which are to happen the next day, and the loss of highway taxes, and how this will change plans....I think it wrong that they are using the nature talk to voice their own views on another subject...
Maybe one is supposed to have a sense of humor when dreaming! Like I'm hearing jokes, and not getting them...
Oh, there was another dream I recalled....my laundry has been relocated from the dryer to a large rolling soiled linen box, and I'm looking through things to make sure no clothes are missing...I see my levis....
And I wanted to recall that laundry dream, because it is an example of a common thing, dreaming in some way about something that just really happened, or related somehow...
I played wow until the wee hours, and put clothes in the dryer too, just before I went to sleep...that, the clothes, is most certainly where the laundry dream came from...the old west dream had a source too...I was in the burning steppes playing wow, a kinda desert, and for one quest, had a computer generated help companion--a warrior with a crossbow...the talk dream too I can source...(think it was crossbow...just remember the twang of the bowstring...)
There's some small worry in each, which seems to be a common source, like small grains of sand to an oyster, that gives shape to dreams....
I'm at a nature talk, and suddenly the speakers change the topic to the impending budget cuts, which are to happen the next day, and the loss of highway taxes, and how this will change plans....I think it wrong that they are using the nature talk to voice their own views on another subject...
Maybe one is supposed to have a sense of humor when dreaming! Like I'm hearing jokes, and not getting them...
Oh, there was another dream I recalled....my laundry has been relocated from the dryer to a large rolling soiled linen box, and I'm looking through things to make sure no clothes are missing...I see my levis....
And I wanted to recall that laundry dream, because it is an example of a common thing, dreaming in some way about something that just really happened, or related somehow...
I played wow until the wee hours, and put clothes in the dryer too, just before I went to sleep...that, the clothes, is most certainly where the laundry dream came from...the old west dream had a source too...I was in the burning steppes playing wow, a kinda desert, and for one quest, had a computer generated help companion--a warrior with a crossbow...the talk dream too I can source...(think it was crossbow...just remember the twang of the bowstring...)
There's some small worry in each, which seems to be a common source, like small grains of sand to an oyster, that gives shape to dreams....
The Bus With Mouse Ears
I was by a rocky seashore, and went swimming, I think, recollection is blurry, as it happens, but I take away a soda, and 'am thirsty, drinking though a straw, or trying--the crushed ice is clogging the straw...and I find myself elsewhere, still with the soda and trying to drink, on a grand esplanade, where museums and things might be, and I see my favorite old bus making one of its stops in the distance, and I want to catch the bus, go home, and I know it will make it's rounds and come soon back to the esplanade, and I start to run to the stop area there, and I have the soda, and trying to drink and run, all awkward gangly and slow, but I do reach the stop, and wait, and wait, sure I am on time, and of course the dream is teasing, I see the bus and it has mouse ears atop, and I wonder if it will arrive...
That's all I grabbed from last night...thought to take a look at wiki's take on Joyce and Finnegan's Wake...
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The entire book is written in a largely idiosyncratic language, consisting of a mixture of standard English lexical items and neologistic multilingual puns and portmanteau words, which many critics believe attempts to recreate the experience of sleep and dreams.[3]
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I've seen that bit before, and it's what I was thinking of....
I don't know where the dream theater gets it's material...if dreams are realities, then of course, that's one thing!...but if dreams are reworkings, like a fiction writer's embellishments, then I wonder where the things come from...if from my own experience, books and movies I've seen, day to day things, all manner of stuff, it's a bit daunting for just me to figure out what my dreams are about--I don't think it even possible someone else could!....for another time is the notion that dreams come from a collective conscious, some storehouse of lore everyone is born with....and there are other notions...I don't know what Joyce's was, I cant even 'swim a few strokes' in his wake!...anyway, Joyce had a fine notion to write a book about one day, Ulysses, and attempt a book about one night, Finnegan's Wake....there is after all, just one day and one night....and Joyce wrote words that had dance and sound right from the start, that was his gift, and it bedeviled him a bit I'd say!!
That's all I grabbed from last night...thought to take a look at wiki's take on Joyce and Finnegan's Wake...
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The entire book is written in a largely idiosyncratic language, consisting of a mixture of standard English lexical items and neologistic multilingual puns and portmanteau words, which many critics believe attempts to recreate the experience of sleep and dreams.[3]
unquote
I've seen that bit before, and it's what I was thinking of....
I don't know where the dream theater gets it's material...if dreams are realities, then of course, that's one thing!...but if dreams are reworkings, like a fiction writer's embellishments, then I wonder where the things come from...if from my own experience, books and movies I've seen, day to day things, all manner of stuff, it's a bit daunting for just me to figure out what my dreams are about--I don't think it even possible someone else could!....for another time is the notion that dreams come from a collective conscious, some storehouse of lore everyone is born with....and there are other notions...I don't know what Joyce's was, I cant even 'swim a few strokes' in his wake!...anyway, Joyce had a fine notion to write a book about one day, Ulysses, and attempt a book about one night, Finnegan's Wake....there is after all, just one day and one night....and Joyce wrote words that had dance and sound right from the start, that was his gift, and it bedeviled him a bit I'd say!!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Radioactive Alien and Pink Passwords
There's a sense of menace across the country side, 'radioactivity' it's explained, and in a valley near a ranch house on a hill, is a dome like enclosure 'to contain the alien', and I'm brought close to the dome, and look through a sighting tube, like a telescope, that shows what is inside...the view has a grid over the tubes end, but I see an egg like container, the front half gone, revealing an empty seat...the egg is small, child size...'the alien has escaped' it's explained....I'm at the house, and there is a sense of dread...I want to go outside, but frightened friends want to stay inside...I sorta sneak outside, and travel in an odd way over the hills, like a crawling flight, and the hills and ranches are very pretty, and I think how sad the scenery is now because of the alien menace, and want to remember things the way they were before--the reason for going outside...
I'm in a room with computers...earlier, I cant remember this part, I learned to use a stylus like tool with a curved tip, and on the bottom was a small rectangle...this tool worked by touching the computer screen...the workmen in the room can't get the computers up and running, but I tell them I can help, and above one computer setting on the left side of the short part of the L shaped room, are some long thin bars...I move the tool along the top bar, the bar begins to light up, and finally completely lights up, glowing pink...the computer is on, and now needs the password...I've seen the paper with two passwords written in pink...and I expect a workman to use it, but it's been dropped on the floor...we all look, but only find slips of paper with passwords written in black...meanwhile, the bar has gone dark, just a dark pink now, and off...
In both these dreams I'm really not in the community of characters...in the first I'm invited to look, and then sort of drift away from everyone's concern...in the second, I try to help, but really dont have a clue what's going on, sorta like kibbitzing a card game and telling someone to try that card....and my help worked, but then there was another obsticle--that seems to happen a lot in dreams....
I puzzled over the quote from wiki all day...the notion of 'shared reality' a refrain, and wondered what the founding father's would make of it!!
I'm in a room with computers...earlier, I cant remember this part, I learned to use a stylus like tool with a curved tip, and on the bottom was a small rectangle...this tool worked by touching the computer screen...the workmen in the room can't get the computers up and running, but I tell them I can help, and above one computer setting on the left side of the short part of the L shaped room, are some long thin bars...I move the tool along the top bar, the bar begins to light up, and finally completely lights up, glowing pink...the computer is on, and now needs the password...I've seen the paper with two passwords written in pink...and I expect a workman to use it, but it's been dropped on the floor...we all look, but only find slips of paper with passwords written in black...meanwhile, the bar has gone dark, just a dark pink now, and off...
In both these dreams I'm really not in the community of characters...in the first I'm invited to look, and then sort of drift away from everyone's concern...in the second, I try to help, but really dont have a clue what's going on, sorta like kibbitzing a card game and telling someone to try that card....and my help worked, but then there was another obsticle--that seems to happen a lot in dreams....
I puzzled over the quote from wiki all day...the notion of 'shared reality' a refrain, and wondered what the founding father's would make of it!!
Friday, October 28, 2011
A Repeating Dream
I dreamt a lot last night, but only snagged one, and it was one dream that repeated immediately, and in a slightly different version, and was such a jumble of things that I cant much sort it out!..there's a large house (with small rooms, oddly) on a hill with several roads leading to it, and I drive up, nearly out of gas, leaving friends on a personal errand that seems a bit selfish--there's a woman on the hill, in one dream young, and in the second old, and when I enter the house, I have to move about the small rooms so as not to be seen, but I do encounter a short dwarfish fellow dressed oddly....and then there's this odd breathing tube, or something, 'used by your deceased friend' it's explained, that seems to be the purpose of the errand, and I find it, take it to a sink, and give it a good cleaning, as it hadn't been maintained...and seeing the woman, I say, 'I like you...'
Actually, that's not a bad sorting, but it seems a shame that dreams are so goofy...one could make good use of the 'dream theater'...some have been able to use their imagination, their 'mind's eye' to good purpose....thinking of Tesla here, it's said he could visualize his inventions in 3d and rotated them...and Mozart is said to have heared his music complete before he wrote it down...maybe I can find these...brb...I'm thinking that imagination uses the same 'theater, dreams do...brb...here's the Tesla bit, which can be found many place, his biography a good read! link: http://www.successconsciousness.com/blog/uncategorized/creative-thinking-and-imagination/
brb...well, maybe it was Beethoven, he went deaf, but not sure...one of those early composers could hear his compositions played out, and more or less just transcribed them...sometimes I dream music...
curious to see wiki's take on imagination...off to that, and a little bit of wow play!...oh..I snagged this from wiki's take:
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Some cultures and traditions even view the apparently shared world as an illusion of the mind as with the Buddhist maya, or go to the opposite extreme and accept the imagined and dreamed realms as of equal validity to the apparently shared world as the Australian Aborigines do with their concept of dreamtime.
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Actually, that's not a bad sorting, but it seems a shame that dreams are so goofy...one could make good use of the 'dream theater'...some have been able to use their imagination, their 'mind's eye' to good purpose....thinking of Tesla here, it's said he could visualize his inventions in 3d and rotated them...and Mozart is said to have heared his music complete before he wrote it down...maybe I can find these...brb...I'm thinking that imagination uses the same 'theater, dreams do...brb...here's the Tesla bit, which can be found many place, his biography a good read! link: http://www.successconsciousness.com/blog/uncategorized/creative-thinking-and-imagination/
brb...well, maybe it was Beethoven, he went deaf, but not sure...one of those early composers could hear his compositions played out, and more or less just transcribed them...sometimes I dream music...
curious to see wiki's take on imagination...off to that, and a little bit of wow play!...oh..I snagged this from wiki's take:
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Some cultures and traditions even view the apparently shared world as an illusion of the mind as with the Buddhist maya, or go to the opposite extreme and accept the imagined and dreamed realms as of equal validity to the apparently shared world as the Australian Aborigines do with their concept of dreamtime.
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I Ching and Mayan Calendar
I had in mind that both the i ching, and the mayan numbers are written in binary code, like the 0 and 1 of computer code, and looked about to check that, and ran into the Dec. 21, 2012 bits, but that to the aside, if I'm right that the yin yang symbol is a calender symbol, then the i ching hexagrams are something to do with the calender...I can't find anything, yet, to support that, but if one reads wiki's take on mayan numbers and mayan calendar, it is easy to see the connection in mayan lore of numbers and calendar, and amazing how intricate and elaborate!...and it's apparent the mayan calander was rich with superstitions, future telling stuff...future telling stuff is about all the i ching is noted for, but that may be a remnant of a once elaborate calender system....some scholars find connections between ancient america and china, but I've never seen one so obvious that there's is just no doubt....something to consider, that when it's said, 'the mayans had this, and had that', that this refers to a very small group in the mayan population....all the ancient civilizations seem to have had a 'very small group' that delved into the calendar, and shaped culture....and these groups are of course very smart--rocket scientist smart!....anyway...
I dreamed of a building that looked like a fifties movie theater entrance, and made of translucent material, and colored blue green...I thought, 'is there a theater attached?'...'no'...and woke...
I dreamed a repeating dream...it's well before dawn, and I've left behind the cameras and car, and somehow wend my way through empty city streets, looking for somewhere to have breakfast...one place, with lower and upper floors, is restaurant where I work, and can eat for free, others are familiar coffee shops...I seem to skip all this, and am trying to return, and get caught in the maze of streets, and chain linked fenced parking lots....
I dream I'm new on a job, or my job has changed, with new duties, and I'm meeting new work people, which show my hourly schedule, which is patchy--little bits of work time here and there...and it's some kind of security company...
I dream I'm seeing my self top to bottom...it's sorta me, and sorta not, and I have on funny glasses, my eyes big dark circles...
I don't know if I am ever really me in my dreams....I feel a bit like I'm a will o wisp....which reminds me of when one is dead in wow...ones avatar dies in battle, and the scene changes to a graveyard, and one resurrects as a ghost!...and I feel a bit ghostly in my dreams!...moving about and seeing, but not being able to interact!...oh!...I remember one more dream...I hear a song being sung, like the Byrds' 'I was older then than now....' lyric in it(my back pages)....and thought, as I often do, how quick songs of that era could draw one into them....as a wow ghost, one travels to where one's avatar has fallen, and gets resurrected and back in the game....wow dying is sorta like the penalty box in ice hockey!
I write these posts pretty quick, and then try to edit, which takes like for ever!...apologies for errors due to impatient diligence!
Oh, the turquoise building reminded me of the exodar in wow....the exodar is a crashed space ship made of crystals, some that have anti gravity properties and need to be tethered to the ground!
I dreamed of a building that looked like a fifties movie theater entrance, and made of translucent material, and colored blue green...I thought, 'is there a theater attached?'...'no'...and woke...
I dreamed a repeating dream...it's well before dawn, and I've left behind the cameras and car, and somehow wend my way through empty city streets, looking for somewhere to have breakfast...one place, with lower and upper floors, is restaurant where I work, and can eat for free, others are familiar coffee shops...I seem to skip all this, and am trying to return, and get caught in the maze of streets, and chain linked fenced parking lots....
I dream I'm new on a job, or my job has changed, with new duties, and I'm meeting new work people, which show my hourly schedule, which is patchy--little bits of work time here and there...and it's some kind of security company...
I dream I'm seeing my self top to bottom...it's sorta me, and sorta not, and I have on funny glasses, my eyes big dark circles...
I don't know if I am ever really me in my dreams....I feel a bit like I'm a will o wisp....which reminds me of when one is dead in wow...ones avatar dies in battle, and the scene changes to a graveyard, and one resurrects as a ghost!...and I feel a bit ghostly in my dreams!...moving about and seeing, but not being able to interact!...oh!...I remember one more dream...I hear a song being sung, like the Byrds' 'I was older then than now....' lyric in it(my back pages)....and thought, as I often do, how quick songs of that era could draw one into them....as a wow ghost, one travels to where one's avatar has fallen, and gets resurrected and back in the game....wow dying is sorta like the penalty box in ice hockey!
I write these posts pretty quick, and then try to edit, which takes like for ever!...apologies for errors due to impatient diligence!
Oh, the turquoise building reminded me of the exodar in wow....the exodar is a crashed space ship made of crystals, some that have anti gravity properties and need to be tethered to the ground!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Yin Yang
The yin yang symbol is said to represent male and female, light and dark, good and evil, all kinds of things....hmmph....near as I can tell, it represents day and night, the bulging parts represent longer nights, longer days, respectively; the 'tails', shorter nights and days; and being round, it is the seasons, the year, and the two dots represent the moon, light of nights, and sun, light of days...most ancient iconographs have something to do with the calendar and seasons...lemesee if this is out there on the web...brb...well, no, wiki's take doesn't mention anything like this, but it does mention that symbols like this are in old Celtic and Roman decoration, where most everything is calander related!...anyway, I think there was just an earthquake...brb....five minutes ago!...in the Sierra NW of Reno..5.2....anyway. I tried to lay out my thinking on taoism and dreams with friend, who had just seen the latest harry potter in 3d, and so was receptive, a bit....it's like this: reality is ruled by physical laws, which science has sorted out over time, and by their own admission, scientists have discovered and explained most everything, in repect to how things happen....the why of things science doesn't touch, or I!...inside one's head is another reality ruled by different laws...of late, the invention of computers has led to comparisons to how our thoughts, feelings, dreams, work, with how a computer works....now, one learning to fly an airliner, or a space shuttle, will spend a lot of time in a flight simulator before going up in a real plane or space ship...the flight simulator, with computer, can mimic reality, the plane or spaceship in flight, is in reality....and the curious thing, is that the computer reality is mutable, changeable, in ways that reality isn't...a computer can do what ever it's programmer dream up!!....now, when I play wow, my avatar is in a computer world...it borrows from reality, but it isn't real...it is what the computer programmers made it to be, and they gave it the logic and laws the game abides by....the wow world can be capricous...reality, nature, can't....but the wow world I'm seeing as a simulation, being in the game like being in a simulator, of dreams and dreaming....I think that's why my dreams have been so taken with the game...I woke up in the middle of the night, couldn't sleep, and played wow until daylight, and when I closed my eyes to sleep, I was seeing my avatar running, and still adventuring....a kinda after image experince, like feeling like still on a ship after stepping onto solid land!....I've never given much thought to examining or exploring my dreams, making a close study...I could see no way in, so to speak...but I told my friend, 'I dont think much of politics, though everything I do has some connection.'....I'm not a politician, I wanted to say! And I'm not a dreamer, in the tao sense. But, but, with wow seen as a dream simulator, I have found 'a way in'....playing the game, it's like I'm learning skills to 'play' my dreams...there's a movie kinda like this, The Last Starfighter.....anywayanyway, a dream:
I'm at the edge of a large canal full of water, 'at the wrong time of season, Fall', it's explained, and it's actually a river that has been channeled, 'the san juaquin'...and there's a smaller canal coming towards me into the canal....so I'm like a the top of a T....and I have a snag branch, and I'm trying to shovel mud out of the canal, but the branch, which is like a foot in diameter and long!, doesn't come up with much mud...the scene changes, and the canal has lowered to little more than a mud puddle, and there's a car in the mud, and lots of debris, and the car owners want to get in their car, but the debris is in the way, and they are blaming me for all this...and I think, 'wait, where did the car come from?, where did the water go?', and 'what's all this debris?', and 'it's not my fault'...questiions which of course wake me up....dreams dont like questions!
Another dream, with wow influence, just an image...a building like the ones by the scarlet cathedral, like at dusk and dark, with a large tree in front, the leaves all bright and gold with fall color...
A troubling thought, is that our imaginations, which reside in 'computer reality', try to deal with reality and its different laws with the expectation that reality will behave like a dream....and there are those who know this, and will manipulate.... 'those' being politicians... 'yes, like in germany of the 1930's'...'yes'....
I'm at the edge of a large canal full of water, 'at the wrong time of season, Fall', it's explained, and it's actually a river that has been channeled, 'the san juaquin'...and there's a smaller canal coming towards me into the canal....so I'm like a the top of a T....and I have a snag branch, and I'm trying to shovel mud out of the canal, but the branch, which is like a foot in diameter and long!, doesn't come up with much mud...the scene changes, and the canal has lowered to little more than a mud puddle, and there's a car in the mud, and lots of debris, and the car owners want to get in their car, but the debris is in the way, and they are blaming me for all this...and I think, 'wait, where did the car come from?, where did the water go?', and 'what's all this debris?', and 'it's not my fault'...questiions which of course wake me up....dreams dont like questions!
Another dream, with wow influence, just an image...a building like the ones by the scarlet cathedral, like at dusk and dark, with a large tree in front, the leaves all bright and gold with fall color...
A troubling thought, is that our imaginations, which reside in 'computer reality', try to deal with reality and its different laws with the expectation that reality will behave like a dream....and there are those who know this, and will manipulate.... 'those' being politicians... 'yes, like in germany of the 1930's'...'yes'....
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Tao and Dreams
I've been reading wiki's take on Taoism, which isn't what I thought it was, and was surprised that one of its originators was the fellow who dreamed he was a butterfly, and awoke, and wondered if he was a butterfly dreaming of him! This back in like 300 bc, and much celebrated in Chinese and Japanese art.
Anyway, I was casting about for a word to describe how difficult it is to report dreams, and came up with collate, like, it's difficult to collate a dream.
I'm on a bluff overlooking the ocean at night, much has gone before that I cant recall, and a black police officer is nearby...nothing is wrong, but I try to tell him from where I'm from, and he seems to understand...next scene I'm in his house, which looks a lot like my house, and family is about, all very polite, and son who has been at the beach relates surfing at the 'wedge', all in perfect oc surfer accent...'this is a parallel world' it's explained...I'm changing my shirt in a bedroom, and look in mirror 'to see if I'm black too', and no, same old mug, but I've got like huge misshapen man boobs over my collar bones!..sheesh..I awake, and glad to find chest flat!
I'm in my house (I dont seem to have just one house!) and it has lots of windows that look out on flower gardens....visitors all over the grounds, two girls pick small white flowers...I think maybe they are the white flowers that are along tioga road, which are in the garden too, but no, these flowers are smaller, narrower, and the petals not ruffled but smooth..to double check this I see the tioga flowers again, which oddly are growing one to a stem low to the ground....
I lost like two or three dreams by not making a written note...all it takes to remember is like one written word, or a short list of prominent things--I have post-its and sharpie pen by my pillow...
One was about a drug deal, pot, going south, in which I seemed to have been an innocent that got tangled up in the deal..things from tv show up in my dreams, watched lots of law and order episodes that afternoon...
A link to anabout Taoism and Dreams:
http://www.tao-yoga.com/deutsch/artikel2.htm
Hawk, Redtail, wounded by a nail gun, and eluding rescuers in Golden Gate Park, has been caught, and is recovering. Link: http://www.radaronline.com/exclusives/2011/10/hawk-nail-head-rescued-san-francisco-park-video
I lamented Hawk in earlier post.
Anyway, I was casting about for a word to describe how difficult it is to report dreams, and came up with collate, like, it's difficult to collate a dream.
I'm on a bluff overlooking the ocean at night, much has gone before that I cant recall, and a black police officer is nearby...nothing is wrong, but I try to tell him from where I'm from, and he seems to understand...next scene I'm in his house, which looks a lot like my house, and family is about, all very polite, and son who has been at the beach relates surfing at the 'wedge', all in perfect oc surfer accent...'this is a parallel world' it's explained...I'm changing my shirt in a bedroom, and look in mirror 'to see if I'm black too', and no, same old mug, but I've got like huge misshapen man boobs over my collar bones!..sheesh..I awake, and glad to find chest flat!
I'm in my house (I dont seem to have just one house!) and it has lots of windows that look out on flower gardens....visitors all over the grounds, two girls pick small white flowers...I think maybe they are the white flowers that are along tioga road, which are in the garden too, but no, these flowers are smaller, narrower, and the petals not ruffled but smooth..to double check this I see the tioga flowers again, which oddly are growing one to a stem low to the ground....
I lost like two or three dreams by not making a written note...all it takes to remember is like one written word, or a short list of prominent things--I have post-its and sharpie pen by my pillow...
One was about a drug deal, pot, going south, in which I seemed to have been an innocent that got tangled up in the deal..things from tv show up in my dreams, watched lots of law and order episodes that afternoon...
A link to anabout Taoism and Dreams:
http://www.tao-yoga.com/deutsch/artikel2.htm
Hawk, Redtail, wounded by a nail gun, and eluding rescuers in Golden Gate Park, has been caught, and is recovering. Link: http://www.radaronline.com/exclusives/2011/10/hawk-nail-head-rescued-san-francisco-park-video
I lamented Hawk in earlier post.
Bear Cubs
'do you have your camera with?, there's a cub in the tree...'...and I dont have my camera with, but see the Cub climbing out on a limb, the Tree bare of Leaves, and another Bear Cub appears, and Both Cubs get too near the Limbs' ends, and fall...'cubs wont be hurt'....and indeed, on the ground Both Cubs begin romping...
Well, that's the only dream recalled from last night, but I have another, too long to post now, from a late afternoon nap today....and there's some commentary from web searches I want to post, but it's latelate!...for sometime...
Well, that's the only dream recalled from last night, but I have another, too long to post now, from a late afternoon nap today....and there's some commentary from web searches I want to post, but it's latelate!...for sometime...
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Hawk and Cat
I'm on a Rocky Ridge overlooking a Stream, and sight Hawk...Hawk is walking about while I take pics, and nears the Stream....and lifts one Wing, and I expect to see all the Feathers, but Wing is damaged, or 'a young Hawk'...and then Hawk flies right over to me and hops about Boulders I'm seated in...'too close for telephoto to focus'...so I use my knees to remove the lens, or maybe teleconvertor, and use the close lens and take pics quickly...Hawk sits by my left hand, and I take pic 'to show how close Hawk was'...and Hawk moves down the Rocks to my left, and disappears...I follow, and seated again, Hawk...no, a Cat!, appears from where Hawk was...Cat is dark grey with sharp black thin chevron lines, and a friendly Cat, as Cat walks over to me, over me, around me, and is way too big for House Cat, but 'not a Bobcat'....oh... when I saw Hawk's head close up, it was whiteish, with a small unHawk like beak...'a fledgling'....
Dreams like this one are very rare...an odd thing was using my knees to remove the telephoto lens, lens had a bayonet mount, so one half rotation loosened it...but where were my hands!???..it was like they were occupied with however I was viewing the scene....
After last night's post I looked up wiki's take on dreams, which I think very good...anxiety is indeed often reported in dream reports, and one line of thought has it that dreams are play, which is a fit with my seeing them as games....the thought that they are play is hitched to the notion that they're a survival feature....playing things out before they happen helps... which is a curio, as daydreams are often rehearsals, going over something troubling....
Dreams like this one are very rare...an odd thing was using my knees to remove the telephoto lens, lens had a bayonet mount, so one half rotation loosened it...but where were my hands!???..it was like they were occupied with however I was viewing the scene....
After last night's post I looked up wiki's take on dreams, which I think very good...anxiety is indeed often reported in dream reports, and one line of thought has it that dreams are play, which is a fit with my seeing them as games....the thought that they are play is hitched to the notion that they're a survival feature....playing things out before they happen helps... which is a curio, as daydreams are often rehearsals, going over something troubling....
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Sleeping Bag, Candles, Rent, Pumpkin Head
Well, started out with a miss post, appropriate for a dream blog!
Four dreams from last night....friend is stapling their sleeping bag to wooden slats, and preparing to camp 'by the creek'....parenthetical explanations just seem to pop up at times, and of course, don't explain anything, but do, as in this one, have an associated feeling--feeling I have when friend is going off camping somewhere, and I consider going, but decide to stay my own course....and my own course seemed selfish, so a quandary, but arriving at my house, a second dream...nearing, I hurry, hearing an alarm, and arrive to find another friend has left about untended candles, and a few are catching the floor on fire....later on, I dream of an apartment I'm renting, or being provided, or something, this dream often repeats, and I call it my housing anxiety dream, and I'm looking for the manager's apartment to pay the rent, which 'is probably late'.....and the last dream, I'm examining the skin on my face in an unusual way, I'm holding my head like a pumpkin in front, and I'm able to articulate my incredulity, and the explanation 'you have a neck that's felxible'...and indeed I glimpse this, my neck twisted around from the left....glad to wake up from this one, and find everything in place!
Maybe I was looking in a mirror, because it makes no sense that I could look at my head. There's a lot of cartoon goofiness in my dreams. And I'm never sure my point of view is me, sometime the views seem someone else, or some critters, that I'm sharing in.
And the one unifying thing in all the dreams seems to be anxiety over failure, or some trouble happening. If one is in a basketball game, there's this constant anxiety that the opponent will score, or prevent one's scoring. The anxiety in the dreams is like that. And I've come to think of the dreams as a kinda game. And I'm completely useless at it. But occasionally, and rarely, I'm able to will something to happen on a positive note. Like shooting the ball, and the ball actually goes through the hoop, or playing baseball, and I get a hit. Dreams have a very delicate sensitivity to what one wills, and what one thinks is going, or should, happen. For the most part, one is, to borrow from Robert Graves again, a 'paranoied observor', which is a pretty good description of one watching horror movies too (many on tv of late--Mimic 2 a very curious one!).
Friday, October 21, 2011
Work and Bike Race
Well, I dreamt about being in a Bike Race, and not doing very well, and about work, with the usual things going south, and didn't make much effort to remember them, both were so disjointed. Which is usual. If I feel hungry, I might dream of food. And with that in mind, I can work back from something in a dream to the feeling it has, and from that reach some clue of what the dream might be about!
As I go to sleep, it's like a pass through disjointed scenes, and returning to being awake, I go through these again, but now they are dreams, rather than just sort of dim thoughts and imaginings. Like, I can count sheep, and almost see them, going to sleep, but returning, I really see sheep clearly, well, as clearly as dreaming can be! How did Caliban put it?...brb...
quote
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.
Caliban
The Tempest
unquote
Of these lines, Rober Graves wrote in the White Goddess:
quote
`The illogical sequence of tenses creates a perfect suspension of time'
unquote
The Forbidden Planet was based on The Tempest.
As I go to sleep, it's like a pass through disjointed scenes, and returning to being awake, I go through these again, but now they are dreams, rather than just sort of dim thoughts and imaginings. Like, I can count sheep, and almost see them, going to sleep, but returning, I really see sheep clearly, well, as clearly as dreaming can be! How did Caliban put it?...brb...
quote
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.
Caliban
The Tempest
unquote
Of these lines, Rober Graves wrote in the White Goddess:
quote
`The illogical sequence of tenses creates a perfect suspension of time'
unquote
The Forbidden Planet was based on The Tempest.
Hawk and Rabbit
Dream: I sight Hawk, to my left, far ahead on a Snag Tree. Nearer, I take a pic, but Branch is in the way, and I move back a bit, and take another pic, and check the lcd screen. Screens all black, and I check the exposure, and shutter speed, and then the icon dial--it's set to an icon I've never seen, looks like an o with a line. 'O for Oil' it's explained. I shrug, and turn the dial, but the icons are, well, dreamy, but Hawk has open wings and dives down into a Gully. I can't see, and go to the Gully Edge, and Hawk is trying to catch a Rabbit, succeeds, and flies to my left up the Gully. Rabbit escapes, and a chase ensues that brings Hawk and Rabbit right towards me, and I get what I think must be good pics, but I check the lcd screen, and the pics are still dark--oily.
I had two other dreams, one about a frustrating phone call with the cameraphone, and another about playing pool and wearing a pair of black rimmed glasses that had the left lens replaced with like a jeweler's eyepiece. Glasses look like the ones worn by the gnome. dwarf?, on the WOW flash page.
The Hawk dream, and the setting, a kinda wild life park with benches and such, is a repeater, and the park part usually proceeded by waitng at bus stops and riding buses.
Oh, in the Hawk dream, when I looked in the Gully, the whole scene tilted like in wow. One holds the mouse down, and can rotate and tilt the scene. I dont know if my dream maker is mimicking wow, or uses the same computer tricks. And I'm not sure what a dream maker is, but need a word to describe the media techniques dreams use, or something.
At work, half teasing, I said, "Imagine you are a sentient wow character, and at the Scarlet Monastery reading the Creation text. Have you any idea that it is complete bs!?' This garnered a smile, and a question from one friend to my other friend who introduced me to the game, "See? See what you've done?"
Well, actually, the film Forbidden Planet did it. I've been curious about what the Krell are up to for a very long time!!
I had two other dreams, one about a frustrating phone call with the cameraphone, and another about playing pool and wearing a pair of black rimmed glasses that had the left lens replaced with like a jeweler's eyepiece. Glasses look like the ones worn by the gnome. dwarf?, on the WOW flash page.
The Hawk dream, and the setting, a kinda wild life park with benches and such, is a repeater, and the park part usually proceeded by waitng at bus stops and riding buses.
Oh, in the Hawk dream, when I looked in the Gully, the whole scene tilted like in wow. One holds the mouse down, and can rotate and tilt the scene. I dont know if my dream maker is mimicking wow, or uses the same computer tricks. And I'm not sure what a dream maker is, but need a word to describe the media techniques dreams use, or something.
At work, half teasing, I said, "Imagine you are a sentient wow character, and at the Scarlet Monastery reading the Creation text. Have you any idea that it is complete bs!?' This garnered a smile, and a question from one friend to my other friend who introduced me to the game, "See? See what you've done?"
Well, actually, the film Forbidden Planet did it. I've been curious about what the Krell are up to for a very long time!!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Ship. Squirrel, Jeep, and Golf Clubs
Four Dreams: 1. I'm on a Ship, looking forward from mid deck, but I can't see much, like a dark curtain ahead, and beside me are crewmen. There's a loud engine running noise ahead, and the thought, 'we're under attack', and the crewman to my left is responding, but I still cant see, then things clear, and I see a variety of crewman on the foredeck riding strange personal vehicles, where the noise was from, and there wasn't an attack, but they are all leaving the ship in a hurry. The vehicles, the size of motorcycles, one just a large black wheel with a fan behind to propel it, another that levitates with a small jet engine, are going slow before reaching the deck's edge--one crewman is walking his the way motorcycle riders sometime do just starting out, and his is the one levitating. 2. I'm in a store, a second hand store maybe, with a bundle of golf clubs under my left arm, almost a full set, but they are old and used. I need a golf bag, and bags in boxes and out of boxes are displayed in front of me. I look at one's price, thinking it very expensive, but it has been marked down, and is only like eight dollars, the white price tag says. I pick one Blue Golf Bag up. It;s cheaply made. And I try it on my shoulder, and it's a Red Golf Bag now. 3. I am watching another photog take clip of Squirrel running along a desert bluff ridge, I see Squirrel through the camera, and am impressed how steady photog is following, and with that thought, the scene tilts a bit--camera is being hand held, I think. Squirrel reaches Squirrel's Burrow Entry, and has trouble getting through, but disappears and escapes. Camera raises up and reveals another Squirrel is there, belly up. An explanation is given that in this harsh desert, Squirrels only have a little time to get inside, and this Squirrel was too slow. The photog picks the dead Squirrel up. 3. On a dirt road, I'm tyring to get over a pass. It is very steep on the other side, and I keep backing up, and going forward, trying to get the right angle to make a sharp turn next to a steep drop off. I fail, and the Jeep I'm in (Silver), falls away right from under me. I see it in the bottom of the Canyon. Somehow, I'm in mid air, and the thought I better reach out for a handhold, and there's a large cooking pot on a rack on my right, and I grab one of it's handle. theend
I dont know how many dreams I have at night. They may be continuous, and I suspect sometimes, they go on even when I'm awake. It's said, one has a dream. Don't know but it seems dreams have one! What I recall from dreams happens as I wake up, just a sliver, and I'm at an age when one wakes up a lot during sleep!
The Ship seems to be derived from the Alliance Ships, the vehicles from one of the jet motorcycles I saw chugging a few nights in ago in Plagueland, and tried to ride, but my mage's level isn't high enough yet. The squirrel was in scenery like the badlands near Fuselight, and the Jeep there too. Often I go up passes in canyons, and at the pass, tilt the view to see if it's negotiable going down. Too steep, and one's avatar falls, and loses health. Often, an avatar will walk off the edge of stairs and such, and not fall--there's like an invisible shelf aside the stairs, this likely just the way the computer is estimating. The assorted golf clubs looks to be from the assorted staffs and such my mage has used, and too, from thinking sometimes to play golf again, not so much for the game now, but to see what Birds and Wildlife are about golf courses!
I usually forget dreams very quickly, but tried to remember at least one for the blog, and I'm wondering if doing the blog will feed back into my dreams. At work, I went over these four, and I've forgotten something that was kind of neat, and that's what happens if the dream isn't reviewed or written down. The cameraphone has a notepad, and maybe I'll use it for that. Oh!!, now I remember, there was a jar of old nails, and bolts, and screws, in one of the golf bags, like on a shelf in the bag. And tonight, I was somewhat dismayed to see the report of Redtail Hawk in Golden Gate Park with a nail through it's head above it's beak--some vandal shot it with a nail gun. Hawk is flying about, and feeding, and rescuers trying to help cant catch it.
I dont know how many dreams I have at night. They may be continuous, and I suspect sometimes, they go on even when I'm awake. It's said, one has a dream. Don't know but it seems dreams have one! What I recall from dreams happens as I wake up, just a sliver, and I'm at an age when one wakes up a lot during sleep!
The Ship seems to be derived from the Alliance Ships, the vehicles from one of the jet motorcycles I saw chugging a few nights in ago in Plagueland, and tried to ride, but my mage's level isn't high enough yet. The squirrel was in scenery like the badlands near Fuselight, and the Jeep there too. Often I go up passes in canyons, and at the pass, tilt the view to see if it's negotiable going down. Too steep, and one's avatar falls, and loses health. Often, an avatar will walk off the edge of stairs and such, and not fall--there's like an invisible shelf aside the stairs, this likely just the way the computer is estimating. The assorted golf clubs looks to be from the assorted staffs and such my mage has used, and too, from thinking sometimes to play golf again, not so much for the game now, but to see what Birds and Wildlife are about golf courses!
I usually forget dreams very quickly, but tried to remember at least one for the blog, and I'm wondering if doing the blog will feed back into my dreams. At work, I went over these four, and I've forgotten something that was kind of neat, and that's what happens if the dream isn't reviewed or written down. The cameraphone has a notepad, and maybe I'll use it for that. Oh!!, now I remember, there was a jar of old nails, and bolts, and screws, in one of the golf bags, like on a shelf in the bag. And tonight, I was somewhat dismayed to see the report of Redtail Hawk in Golden Gate Park with a nail through it's head above it's beak--some vandal shot it with a nail gun. Hawk is flying about, and feeding, and rescuers trying to help cant catch it.
Bobcat and the Small Wood House
Dream: I've sighted Bobcat on a Knoll, covered with Brown and Gold Grasses, and reach for my Camera Pouch--I dont have my Cameras with!...and I begin to run to get my Cameras, or try to run, and, well, I run, but my stride is very short, and labor some, but I reach a Country Lane, like a veryvery small Town, and I run to the House on the End, a Small Wooden House, with Yellow Clapboard siding, and I think this is a nice House and Place were I live, and I wake up. theend
I started playing World of Warcraft, WOW, just a couple months ago, and it immediately just sorta took over my dreams. Tonight, I found a thread about dreaming about wow at the wow forum, and read the posts. I've been hesitant to ask friends if they have wow dreams, as the dreams are of interest!! The wow thread, which I'll link and discuss more sometime, looks a bit fabricated, but it's out on the web, and seeing it has encouraged me to start this blog. Why hesitate?, one may ask. It's not hesitation, it's being circumspect.
The Dream above, which is only an approximation, dream recollection being problematic!, is from last night. I photograph Wildlife in a close to Wilderness setting, where I live. This I've done seriously for almost five years, and often dream of this effort. I'm not sure 'dream' is an adequate word! While asleep, I glimpse an effort to take pics that has the same characteristics as my efforts to take pics while awake.
And when I began playing wow, and dreaming of wow, I find I glimpse the same characteristics. 'reaching for my camera pouch' is a characteristic.
Only partly joking, I told a friend, 'I've figured out the Ancient Egyptian monuments, paintings, and lore....the Egyptians were playing an online game like wow...'
In a wow quest, sometimes an enemy casts a spell called 'fear', and one finds one's avatar spun around, with all their spells blocked, running away, with sluggish steps, holding their head....
Sluggish running is a dream characteristic--and while awake too on snow, in rivers, and on gravel beaches!
I started playing World of Warcraft, WOW, just a couple months ago, and it immediately just sorta took over my dreams. Tonight, I found a thread about dreaming about wow at the wow forum, and read the posts. I've been hesitant to ask friends if they have wow dreams, as the dreams are of interest!! The wow thread, which I'll link and discuss more sometime, looks a bit fabricated, but it's out on the web, and seeing it has encouraged me to start this blog. Why hesitate?, one may ask. It's not hesitation, it's being circumspect.
The Dream above, which is only an approximation, dream recollection being problematic!, is from last night. I photograph Wildlife in a close to Wilderness setting, where I live. This I've done seriously for almost five years, and often dream of this effort. I'm not sure 'dream' is an adequate word! While asleep, I glimpse an effort to take pics that has the same characteristics as my efforts to take pics while awake.
And when I began playing wow, and dreaming of wow, I find I glimpse the same characteristics. 'reaching for my camera pouch' is a characteristic.
Only partly joking, I told a friend, 'I've figured out the Ancient Egyptian monuments, paintings, and lore....the Egyptians were playing an online game like wow...'
In a wow quest, sometimes an enemy casts a spell called 'fear', and one finds one's avatar spun around, with all their spells blocked, running away, with sluggish steps, holding their head....
Sluggish running is a dream characteristic--and while awake too on snow, in rivers, and on gravel beaches!
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