Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Keepin it real

In the first scene I noticed the son of a famous fighter who was sitting in class and acting like a bully, The son was in high school and the mere threat of violence caused a much larger fellow to back down. Somehow I found this irksome.

Then in walked a finger snapping, fast rapping, hip hopping, rhythm stomping, performer who came right up to me and started right into his latest rhyme (pounding my fist in greeting) "hip hopping, never stopping, don't fear just keep it rocking, that's right you hear me, (at this point I rhymed too "yeah, I feel you")

...(after some more rapping). The kid rapped, "...that's right just keep it up, don't stop until you nut!" Amazingly I seemed to precede his speech to the point when we reached the end I had jump up on a chair and in keeping with the beat, fist pounding, foot stomping I had rapped "...nuuuuuuuuttttt" in an exaggerated voice.

This surprised the entire class since I was the teacher. I was thereafter given applause for the overall performance. Unexpected as it all was - it was a'right.

Rap Bastard!

In the first scene I noticed the son of a famous fighter who was sitting in class and acting like a bully, The son was in high school and the mere threat of violence caused a much larger fellow to back down. Somehow I found this irksome.

Then in walked a finger snapping, fast rapping, hip hopping, rhythm stomping, performer who came right up to me and started right into his latest rhyme (pounding my fist in greeting) "hip hopping, never stopping, don't fear just keep it rocking, that's right you hear me, (at this point I rhymed too "yeah, I feel you")

...(after some more rapping). The kid rapped, "...that's right just keep it up, don't stop until you nut!" Amazingly I seemed to precede his speech to the point when we reached the end I had jump up on a chair and in keeping with the beat, fist pounding, foot stomping I had rapped "...nuuuuuuuuttttt" in an exaggerated voice.

This surprised the entire class since I was the teacher. I was thereafter given applause for the overall performance. Unexpected as it all was - it was a'right.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

A message in a bottle

Progressive, dreamt thoughts, contemplative ideas in search of a mind capable of blossoming. The words are there, find them. Let them mean more to you than Life or Death.
  • A pebble skips over the surface of a pond; its ripple impacts an extremely large surface
  • A big stone sinks straight to the bottom of the pond; its impact is nothing
Deflective surfaces allow one to impact greater distances
  • Moving a large piece of furniture using little force by adding a piece of cardboard beneath the front bottom of the furniture. Cardboard in alignment with the floor diffuses the friction of the heavy furniture.
Mathematics is the structure of all languages. All languages are a subset of mathematical structural sets.

Space itself is like the big pond of water.
  • Large items using a lot of force punch right through it rather than small items skipping along the surface (having a larger ripple effect).
  • A diffusion plate aligned with the direction of travel can help to reduce friction and move objects with a trivial fraction of the force used to break through our atmospheric boundaries.

Hypothesis (?)
  • The force needed to arrive in space is all the force one needs to traverse it.
Comments: Yes, the above did come to me in a dream. I have been contemplating some of these topics however recently I have felt that a series of static, unchanging images are available in my head but just out of reach. I knew I had to just record this dream immediately. It does appear to be a message in a bottle - now one just needs to unravel it.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Love is

In my waking/dream state I often times hear music. Without knowing or trying to interpret these dreams I simply report them. Perhaps others will find this content one day and have an answer for human existence (and I have my own ideas about that topic)

Last night the song in my head was/is:

If I could just reach the sky
If I could touch the moon
If I could just reach the sun
I would pare open my heart and
I'd give them all to you

Welcome to Zweble

Contained within this site are what will seem to the reader to be a series of short stories. Such a description would be dead wrong. For the most part these are my travels into the dream scape where some believe that we exist in other realities (our spiritual presence seemingly cannot be argued since we awaken with a vision of the environment).

Many of us have constant, deep and richly filled dreams. The sad thing is that most of these experiences go undocumented. This blog attempts to close the loophole of lost dreams.

In addition to dreams we sometimes explore the fantastic and improbable stark reality of our waking world. Topics appear on this blog that only our imaginations can dream up. If you would like to be able to post your dreams, please send an email to tcarternyc(at)hotmail(dot)com.

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