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.
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