Tuesday, February 27, 2007


A single solitary picture of a small stuff two faced mouse with big ears made its way into my consciousness this morning. That is all that I can recall from my travels, The fake mouse was golden brown in color and had a set of hot pink whiskers.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Trouble with Dreams

The trouble with Dreams is that we do not understand the human mind, the human heart nor do we comprehend the human condition. Without knowledge of the critical aspects that exist in our universe it becomes improbable that we will understand what or how we dream. In such an environment we can forget about controlling our dreams.

I continue to express the belief that dreams are way-points in our discovery of the universe. My contention is that some portion of our beings traverse the time-space continuum during the sleep process. The human brain seems to have a large capacity for storing volumes of information. I believe that we record everything that occurs to us during our lifetime.

I recently experienced a slew of dreams and my first thought was "cool, how lucky for me - I can get to write more stories". Then somehow the dreams slowed or in some cases became unmemorable. A few times my dreams turned into nightmares (these times were when the dream would be closest to my current reality).

Lately I have found a way to bring my dreams back into a "safe place" (meaning a place where I am comfortable to experience them). I have been learning lots of new topics. In my estimation this keeps the brain active and provides lots of raw material for far flung dreams.

Some things that I would recommend to others who might want to activate their dreams:
  • Research an article on any unknown topic (www.queenslibrary.org)
  • Re-learn what you thought you knew about math - especially binomials and polynomials (www.aleks.com)
  • Learn about the movement of energy (chi) within our bodies
  • Consider learning a new language - French, Chinese or Spanish
  • Sit and contemplate the nature of the universe (introspectively)
  • Sleep

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Psyche master - Sigmund Freud

In considering dreams. Comments from the masters of human psyche can provide deep insights into the realm of dreams. PBS provides some more information on Sigmund Freud The SF museum is also another good video source (link).




Monday, February 19, 2007

A word from a master psychologist

Dr. Jung gives a powerful interview when asked about the impact of Death on our lives.

In our search for some semblance of sanity within our dreams it can be very useful to hear from insightful masters of the mind.


Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Bad tidings all around

When are dreams too hard to tell?

Lately reality has been poking its nose into my dream-state. I did not invite America in it has just come along and invaded my restful spot. The dreams of late have been dominated by nightmarish accounts of real world events - our current reality (war, crime, poverty, economy, society) . The shape of our reality is scarier than most nightmares.

We've got problems - worldwide. Worst still, we do not have leaders who can provide encouragement, hope and direction.

Bad times abound.

This is truthfully a Howard Beale moment (check audio).


Sunday, February 4, 2007

Karmic Power

A heated meeting was going on. I overheard "...just call in Tommie Carter. He should be able to solve this problem." I noticed that once again I was in the offices of C&P. Intuitively I started thinking about the issue under discussion and wondered why so many people were needed to make a decision.

I heard DN's voice saying "just let him take a look at this issue and it will be all resolved." I decided to head to the office to assess the problem. I felt a bit disgusted by the debate and wished to extricate myself from the situation.

While in the office I look and see a plug that is not put into the machine. I plug it in and things appear to start up normally. I notice the smell of cigarette smoke and see DN on the couch behind me -- blowing clouds of smoke straight up into the air.

I think to myself "how many lifetimes will I run into the same people, over and over?". This thought echoes through my head. I surface into this reality and contemplate the karmic nature of the universe.

Saturday, February 3, 2007

A Tough Journey

In my latest encounter I walked into a room and saw two persons using a magnetic device which when held together near a man's head caused it to explode. I was not the only witness but the assailants did not seem to care about anyone other than their target. I took this as a sign to get my body out of the door of the room in which this scene was unfolding.

The target needed help so I raced around looking for anyone with a cry of "help! they're killing him!". No one appeared interested in helping. In a busy city all of the residents were wrapped in a cocoon of their own misery.

I noticed a police officer and he too turned me down; as he pointed at a closed store sheepishly. I got the feeling he was moonlighting as security for the store (it appeared to be filled with lots of gold and jewelry). I was running back towards the scene of the attack when the two assailants burst into sight.

The murderers were headed opposite and diagonally away from me. The smaller of the two men said "there is one..." and the pair did a 180 degree course change now headed directly for me. I took off running this time trying to help myself.

I noticed that the roads were semi-icy and thought to myself "well if I can stay ahead of them long enough to draw them towards a police station...". I was headed up a slightly curved street and towards a location where I thought there might be some help. My world view had narrowed to the point where there was just the bad guys and me.

Moving past the crest of the hill and the attackers were close on my heels. I found this amazingly unlikely but this is simply stating the facts. One of the guys grabbed my back and came away with a bag in which I carried my computer. The little one said "yes... he will come back for his computer..." and next "yes! we have the power cable!". I took a deep breath and kept moving thinking "it's password protected and insured" and "these guys are close enough for me to spring my trap".

"Where the hell is that police station?". My world view expanded, I rose up and came back to this world. "I'd better put this down before I forget it...". I have done just that and hope that others may find it either of interest or at least entertaining. For myself, it continues to be a tough journey.

Friday, February 2, 2007

Finding one's voice everyday

On stage I sang with an vocal group of about 7 members. We were practicing a series of rehearsals. We began with trying some harmonious sounds like "ahhhh...wooo... ah.ha.ahh"... Next we continued to try to work with our ebb and flow so we began to add movement in order to see what harmonies we would produce.

Giving each other encouragement we started to get looser. We began to extrapolate as we each sought our own voice. After a steady beat of "ahhhh...ahhhh...ah.. ahh.. ah.." one performer began singing "whyyyy....why... why... why...". We kept moving to encourage new harmonies.

Another singer added some ad hoc "I just don't know why.. you know we got to gooo.. but please somebody... please... tell me why..". This touched me and I harmonized back singing "I'll tell you whyyyyy!... because we got to know...there ain't no other way... for me to say... we all must travel some day... I-I-I really think we gotta tryyyy.. Cause life's too short... We have to tryyy...Someday down that line ... we meet again and I've got to say that's whyyy... whyy...we gotta hold on tight ... to someone we love tonight... that's why..."

In this world I felt that fame and renown were coming towards me. I wanted to stay asleep in that special place and, dream again. Here I found that I had a voice of my own.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

The sleeper

We were in a theatre. My wife and I - we were watching a show. The native was performing how to make fire. He was a blue painted person. There were lots of designs over his skin. The performer could move, twist and jiggle his fat belly in a surprising number of ways.

I was annoyed when the audience began their catcalls of "sit-down" and "go do your homework" as I moved in closer to see the critical moment of this creation called Fire. I tried to be less imposing. Strange that I didn't bother to push back -- I thought to myself "why so meek today?".

My wife jumped right up and started to say something as our pizza's were delivered. "If they had to pay for this they would be more polite". Someone asked "who said that?", meaning another retort thrown out from the crowd. In surprise, I heard my wife say "it was that guy, and that guy and that one over there". In shock it dawned on me that the sleeper had awakened.

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.