Wednesday, December 17, 2014

A Machine

The dream repeated last night...and I'd let it go, like all, but wth...it was about a fusion power machine...in the first dream it was being shown at an exhibit, or contest...and in the second it was back at the home of the inventor, set up and shown again...it had two parts, both atop pedestals or poles...one part was a small nob top with like a flat barrel sticking out that shot blue balls of light at a large round disc atop the other pole...maybe two discs one atop the other, with a slot all around between them...the blue fire balls would hit this slot and be absorbed...in the home exhibit, away from the two parts, like over a table, a white misty cloud appeared, made somehow from the blue lights...and dream said this cloud was 'white water'...

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

The Sixth Reliable Thing

There are reflexes.

I did some more searches before I left off the previous post's thoughts, simplified to 'reflexes dreams', and that brought up a lot of things! And will take some time to sort through! But there is a strong connection between reflexes and emotions, and somehow I see something of the Toon and Tooner in the connection, and the comedians' straight man and goofball...free will, one's conscious choice, is like 'straight', while reflexes, in their spontaneity, are 'goofy'!

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Popular science author Tor Nørretranders has called the delay "The User Illusion" implying that we only have the illusion of conscious control, most actions being controlled automatically by non-conscious parts of the brain with the conscious mind relegated to the role of spectator.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epiphenomenalism

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hmmph...happening upon reflexes and dreams, I was brought up against the philosophical thought that everything is reflexive...wiki's take on 'epiphenomenalism' came up in search: reflexes philosophy...I was looking too to see if Spinoza goes on about this...brb...

from same wiki

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During the seventeenth century, Rene Descartes argued that animals are subject to mechanical laws of nature. He defended the idea of automatic behavior, or the performance of actions without conscious thought. Descartes questioned how the immaterial mind and the material body can interact causally.[1] His interactionist model (1649) held that the body relates to the mind through the pineal gland.[2] La Mettrie, Leibniz and Spinoza all in their own way began this way of thinking. The idea that even if the animal were conscious nothing would be added to the production of behavior, even in animals of the human type, was first voiced by La Mettrie (1745), and then by Cabanis (1802), and was further explicated by Hodgson (1870) and Huxley (1874).[3][4]

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lemesee if I can find more Spinoza...

a bread crumb...

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Spinoza proposed that mind and body were the manifestations of some third property--what he considered God. This is the theory of double-aspectism, another monist view.

http://www3.niu.edu/acad/psych/Millis/History/2002/mindbody.htm

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following link to double-aspectism...

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Double Aspectism: Mind and body are distinguishable, but inseparable. Cognitive and experiential aspects can be distinguished from physical aspects, so there is a separate mind and body…sort of. The separate mind and body are two aspects of the state of being human. Spinoza explained it this way: "thinking substance (the mind) and extended substance (the body) are one and the same thing." For Spinoza, the single substance was God. This explanation of the Mind/Body connection may be the most difficult to understand, because it is perhaps the least clear.

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Spinoza came up in a Tree in the Door Fauna and Flora Post...see Spinoza's Cat

Caliban

I wasn't very good at essays and themes in college, but I liked working up one for the Tempest--it's just the neatest of Shakespeare's plays...and when I was reading Graves, my attention perked when he went on about the Tempest, and said of one Caliban's speeches, that in the lines was 'the perfect suspension of time'...there are emotions that maybe only poetry can render...

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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.

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Retirement...actually, I'm just sorta getting along on the social security, as I once did with rental from my house, and am only retired in that I don't have a day job...and not having a routine, I'm asleep and awake at odd times, and find when I wake up from sleeping, and still groggy, I just go back to sleep!...and when awake, I often stay up almost like twenty four hours, just too many things to look into!!...that, and age, makes for a kinda napping sleep, and I'm dream seeing a lot of dreams, some very elaborate, like one last night...at the end, I told the gathered at a beach front home (dream was about a cross country trip to like Florida) while we looked over the ocean, 'give it a Hollywood ending!'...and a rich musical strain started up as I woke!...I've thought to go back to work, harness again to that routine, but, but, there's things to study, and give the opportunity too, that last hard to explain!...well, it's like the randomness that took me to the gg library, and happened on a book by a lawyer, a biography of his life in late 19th century California...it may have been self published, or sympathy published, as it was just a personal account, very bloggish!...misfortune befell him, and he had to have a leg amputated at the knee, and while on morphine, he recounts his dreams...they were so remarkable that the LA Times printed them...this like at the turn of the century...and readers of the Times, some with self similar medical experiences, wrote in telling how like his dreams were to theirs...I'll have to find that book if it is still there...finding dreams by others that are in print, and commenting on them here, might be the way to go about!...Caliban looks to be the model for Tolkien's Gollum...first text link about (suspension of time) is from this book quoted at that web page:

Shakespeare Closely Read: A Collection of Essays : Written and Performance Texts

 edited by Frank Occhiogrosso...the Graves' comment is in the White Goddess...there are authors who seem to have really extensive knowledge of dreams, actually, just really extensive knowledge of like everything...what I have in mind here is my reading Jack London's Call of the Wild...he has like a whole page on how White Fang's experiences have honed his reflexes until he is like super fast...that's like arcane, occult knowledge, displayed commonly now in every kung fu movie, but in London's time?

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 To sights and sounds and events which required action, he responded with lighting-like rapidity.

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lol...thought to search 'kung fu reflexes', and it brought up this youtube clip from 'Chuck'...the comedy spoof on spys vs spys...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qY58JyM23o





Saturday, November 15, 2014

The Fourth Reliable Thing

Well, after thinking up the third reliable thing, that dreams are easy to forget, another reliable thing showed up...there are reliably three worlds, or realms, the real world, or Nature, the world of dreams, and the world of make believe...I tried to search this out, and there has been some thought given to the evolution of the imagination, and the world of the imagination, make believe, is something animals have too...and of the three worlds, the world of make believe would seem to be the most important...imagination can shape Nature, and dreams...and render emotions, which shows up as a fifth reliable thing...there are emotions!...was just watching one of the latest Hercules movies on dvd!...much make believe...and emotions...and wild scenes of Nature, and dream gods and goddesses...all mixed together!

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Toon and Tooner

I have two blogs I'm not posting to, which is hard to do, as once a blog begins, it wants posts!...The two are this one, WOW Dream Quest, and the other is, The Bus...but I haven't neglected them!...whenever I see a restored VW Bus,-- oh, saw one today parked by the tall wall in old part of GG, owner was painting a big wall mural, and looked to be a traveling murlalist using his bus for paints and such--, whenever I see one, I think of the my old buses, and the blog...and as for the dream blog, that's like daily, and it's for this blog I arrive this evening, as I found something, a second thing actually, the first was awhile back...let me explain that find, that curio, first!
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On trying to understand what others say about dreams, I find nothing reliable to depend on, so have dismissed everything, and look to find reliable things!...And I think this is one...I was dreaming of playing baseball, going out for fly ball, looking up and running, and all of sudden the grass under my feet pulled away from under me like a big carpet being pulled, and I fell...no sooner than I dreamed this, than I woke up and found my self on the floor--I'd fallen out of bed!...fortunately, there was a tall wooden stool beside my bed, I put books and drinks on it, and my shoulder and head only fell to it's height, my feet and legs all the way to the floor, but too, pillows on the floor cushioned them...I was lucky!...anyway, the one thing, the first reliable thing I have, is that dreams can take something happening in the waking world and render it into the dream...
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now the second thing, what I'm calling The Toon and the Tooner, and this is a bit of a rendering task as well!...I dreamed I was riding my drop handle bicycle, and on a very narrow metallic like bridge, nearing a closed door...in the  waking world, I am very clumsy on a drop handle bicycle, and my anxieties were being rendered in the dream...I lifted my hand up off the handles, which morphed into like horses reigns and fell down, my feet didn't quite reach the peddles, the bike was absurdly narrow, and I wanted to slow down, but like that wasn't happening, and I woke up...on reviewing the dream, I realized there were two me's'!...one on the bike, and one making my semi conscious cautions...and I thought on this, and realized, there are always two of me in my dreams, much like one has a toon, and gives it directions...except in my dreams my directions go awry, and my toon me has all kinds of strange travails!...it's like I'm sober, and my toon drunk, and we can't get a grip...thinking on this, I was reminded of comedy duos, where there's a straight man, and a goofball...Laurel and Hardy, The Smother Brothers, Rowan and Martin, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, and Abbot and Costello--couldn't recall them for a minute, but their 'who's on first' skit is a perfect example of the toon and tooner in a dream...Abbot just can't get Costello squared around...so, so, I've thought more on this second reliable thing, that there is a toon and tooner...watching, perceiving, my toon me, I can with my thoughts render what is happening, but the rendering is inexact, happening much in the same way as when the straight comic talks with the goofy comic...
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a note: on reviewing and reading the old posts here reporting dreams, I find them like written by someone else, I can't recall what I wrote, and anticipate what is following from one sentence to another, which I do as a matter of course easily when I read a report of waking world events...I find this very odd!...but that dreams are illuisive, and easily forgotten, is a common experience to everyone, and I suppose that might be a third reliable thing!!!
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oh, I almost forgot the bus dream...I told myself (my waking self!), 'remember the red and white rope, and the warlock, and maybe tonight you can remember this dream for a post tonight'...I dreamed I was on a secret mission for the Pope, and I had an envelop package that I hid in the flooring of my bus, trouble was the flooring was falling off, and I was given a lot of red and white rope to tie it up all around...while I was tying, an aquaintance hopped in the bus and drove off in it...I caught up with him...he was part of a group borrowing my house, and my bus, and I told him I wanted my bus...and there was some back and forth, and I asked, 'do I know you?'...'you've forgotten'...'oh, the second year when the river was frozen, and that's where I worked'...and I got a sorta nod in return, and for some reason I asked if he played WOW...'I'm a warlock'...and I thought to ask about his game play and he said 'WOW is a dead land now'...and for a moment I saw all the lands and the players on desultory quests...they were bored, was the import of the comment...end dream...
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There's a lot of interpolating in reporting the dreams in the posts, and wobbling about too with comments and explanation, but it is all like the 'red and white rope'...something just to cue me and tie things together!...