Thursday, June 14, 2007

Dreaming

Had a bizarre dream occurrence this morning - bizarre mostly in that the dream wasn't strange at all. All I can remember is that I was up the road at a deli (that doesn't exist) packing up a lot of food for the kids (who were out in the car). I knew it was taking a log time, but I wasn't rushing it. I remember having my typical difficult time with plastic wrap, trying to wrap up some ground lamb. There was some newspaper ad with figurines of the cartoon Beatles for sale, the woman at the counter (which I was actually behind... and was in the middle of the delicatessen) asking me if I wanted the figures.

The unusual part was that I startled awake with the most acute sense of spatial disorientation... Not just that I didn't know where I was (my bedroom), but that I didn't even know what the bed was. My body was an unnatural protrusion of my psyche, an unwelcome appendage. I stumbled out of bed and started playing on the computer while normality was regained.

Then I find Daniel's post about dreams, and the links he gives. I'll repost them here.

Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams

Excerpts from LaBerge's (El DeBarge?) Lucid Dreaming at The Lucidity Institute

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

New resolution

If the Google Reader categories get too full -  just mark 'em all as read and move on, dude.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Blogs are a Commonplace Book

Commonplace - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: "They were essentially scrapbooks filled with items of every kind: medical recipes, quotes, letters, poems, tables of weights and measures, proverbs, prayers, legal formulas. Commonplaces were used by readers, writers, students, and humanists as an aid for remembering useful concepts or facts they had learned. Each commonplace book was unique to its creator's particular interests."

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Post-Millenial Tension

The hard drive is clicking - is it about to die? Because I say it, it makes it not so. An opposite magick, BizarroWorld. The Keys. Hidden. Torrents. Must remember... there is another click. I know it's from the drive. Frightens me. I have two space girls with ray guns to keep the drive demons at bay. Already dreams of driving. So many decisions, so few days. Hours spent watching the clock, no challenge, no harm, no blood, no foul. Foul. A stench. Sneering, lingering two cup mornings stretch to four - four thirty. Time. No time, get out. Let's go.

Monday, May 7, 2007

Friday, May 4, 2007

What are we doing here?

You wake up screaming, before remembering it's only a game