Mind is the key
Fear is the mind killer
Control is freedom
Freedom is victory
Victory is life
Life is a dream
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Showing posts with label stalking-the-dreamscape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stalking-the-dreamscape. Show all posts
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Fear is the only thing
From an interesting dream, I have come to some startling conclusions. Fear drives most of our behaviors. We tend to overcompensate for our fears, which results in many of our actions being less than useful.
Fear of loss causes one to take from others
Fear of love causes one to express hate
Fear of poverty causes one to enact greed
Fear of success causes one to accept failure
Fear of impotentence causes one to overindulge in sex addictions
Fear of being thought stupid causes one to always want be right, and often leads to arrogance
Fear of sobriety causes one to drink heavily
Fear of happiness causes one to choose sorrow
Fear of the easy path causes one to choose the hard path
We should not be afraid of living. When choosing how we live we must always remember to let our actions be driven by something other than our basic instinct to fear the unknown. This lesson came to me in a dream in which I realized once again that God is within us all, in the form of loving compassion. Fear is the reason why.
Fear of loss causes one to take from others
Fear of love causes one to express hate
Fear of poverty causes one to enact greed
Fear of success causes one to accept failure
Fear of impotentence causes one to overindulge in sex addictions
Fear of being thought stupid causes one to always want be right, and often leads to arrogance
Fear of sobriety causes one to drink heavily
Fear of happiness causes one to choose sorrow
Fear of the easy path causes one to choose the hard path
We should not be afraid of living. When choosing how we live we must always remember to let our actions be driven by something other than our basic instinct to fear the unknown. This lesson came to me in a dream in which I realized once again that God is within us all, in the form of loving compassion. Fear is the reason why.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Words
A recent dream found me recognizing the wonder of one's bond. Words have meaning. As I stalked the dreamscape I discovered new meaning for this plane of existence. Applying the lessons are the next challenge.
In a field on a day, in a place unknown, with chaotic disarray I found myself penniless. To one did I turn, who bespoke another, all three of us journeyed in search of cover. The chaos ran round and as I surveyed the town, torn asunder, athwart with silent chaos.
I spoke with my savior, or at least one who had the power to save me from this plight. She asked me for a guarantee and I held out the only thing I had. My word.
And then, I, awake from my dream, considered the importance of that thing given. The power of one's word and the ability to influence change. And thus, I learned another valuable lesson from stalking the dreamscape, which I happily share with you.
In a field on a day, in a place unknown, with chaotic disarray I found myself penniless. To one did I turn, who bespoke another, all three of us journeyed in search of cover. The chaos ran round and as I surveyed the town, torn asunder, athwart with silent chaos.
I spoke with my savior, or at least one who had the power to save me from this plight. She asked me for a guarantee and I held out the only thing I had. My word.
And then, I, awake from my dream, considered the importance of that thing given. The power of one's word and the ability to influence change. And thus, I learned another valuable lesson from stalking the dreamscape, which I happily share with you.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Dreaming Causality
I dreamed that a relative was suffering. In pain and as I reach out, with impatience to strike her she transformed into an old man. Then the old man transformed into a child. I recognized with tears, my son, my son, and I held the baby.
On waking I could see the world anew. I began to sense that cause happens before the effect. Karma in all of it's mysteries seeks to pass on what we were to whom we must become.
Then I beheld a waking dream where I recognized that how we treat others can be the cause of their ill-mannered behavior. The case of whether the horse or the cart came first is irrelevant. To develop, we must put the history of causality in our rear view mirror. Instead we can define a new way forward precipitated by calculated causality.
On waking I could see the world anew. I began to sense that cause happens before the effect. Karma in all of it's mysteries seeks to pass on what we were to whom we must become.
Then I beheld a waking dream where I recognized that how we treat others can be the cause of their ill-mannered behavior. The case of whether the horse or the cart came first is irrelevant. To develop, we must put the history of causality in our rear view mirror. Instead we can define a new way forward precipitated by calculated causality.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Vivid Dreams
Can location be the cause of vivid dreams?
I have noted that when I sleep on one side of the bed I will have vivid dreams. These are as clear and as powerful to me as everyday life. If I focus before leaving my dreamscape I can recall the events in some measure once I awaken.
Given this observation; I wonder whether vivid dreams happen relative to body condition or posture? Other possibilities include bed contours or external room conditions. Vivid dreams may be linked to environmental conditions.
I have noted that when I sleep on one side of the bed I will have vivid dreams. These are as clear and as powerful to me as everyday life. If I focus before leaving my dreamscape I can recall the events in some measure once I awaken.
Given this observation; I wonder whether vivid dreams happen relative to body condition or posture? Other possibilities include bed contours or external room conditions. Vivid dreams may be linked to environmental conditions.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Multiverse
A man, nicely dressed, picks up a box of ice cream. The box has a handle, its squarish and has pink and white stripes. Through the door the man can see three younger men. They do not enter the store.
One of the young men outside the door mumbles something "...go in there and... I will hook you up later...." A few seconds later in come two much younger kids, they run up to the man with the ice cream. "Please...please...please..." the smaller kids grab onto the pants leg of the man. He desparately realizes the trap and tries to free himself.
He is held fast and thinks "time to make a break for it." These kids aren't even listening so with a mighty lunge he throws one kid off his leg and makes a dash for the door. As he heads out, the trap closes and the three young men at the door move in, all that he can see is them reaching into their pockets.
The man wonders why he isn't armed in such a dangerous world. He tries to dodge past the incoming sounds of bullets. I awaken with the feelings of being shot in the left arm and torso. I feel as though a part of me has died. I recognize that although a dream my mind has made manifest that somewhere this has happened and I ponder the veracity of the theory on the multiverse.
Perhaps what we see is not all that exists in this Universe of ours. For sight is limited to the near horizon but what lies beyond is still a mystery. The undiscovered country if you will. Are dreams simply dreams or are these simply the doorways to other realms. One might ask from what energy are dreams composed and how are they communicated?
One of the young men outside the door mumbles something "...go in there and... I will hook you up later...." A few seconds later in come two much younger kids, they run up to the man with the ice cream. "Please...please...please..." the smaller kids grab onto the pants leg of the man. He desparately realizes the trap and tries to free himself.
He is held fast and thinks "time to make a break for it." These kids aren't even listening so with a mighty lunge he throws one kid off his leg and makes a dash for the door. As he heads out, the trap closes and the three young men at the door move in, all that he can see is them reaching into their pockets.
The man wonders why he isn't armed in such a dangerous world. He tries to dodge past the incoming sounds of bullets. I awaken with the feelings of being shot in the left arm and torso. I feel as though a part of me has died. I recognize that although a dream my mind has made manifest that somewhere this has happened and I ponder the veracity of the theory on the multiverse.
Perhaps what we see is not all that exists in this Universe of ours. For sight is limited to the near horizon but what lies beyond is still a mystery. The undiscovered country if you will. Are dreams simply dreams or are these simply the doorways to other realms. One might ask from what energy are dreams composed and how are they communicated?Friday, September 19, 2008
The monster in the mist
The monster was one in human form. He stayed inside his incredibly strong keep for years. No force could hold him really and the sense of wanting everything he saw was a weakness which made him shallow and vain. The problem was that although his cavern was covered in specially bound metal he could break free at any time.
He was a loud bushy mustached barrel chested amiable beast of a man. He adorned himself with long stemmed horned helmets and special designed armor from another time. He was immortal and he was bored.
When unleased upon the world he wasa whirlwind. A terrible storm which could not be bound. Most often he was allowed to blow himself out. The loneliness of complete destruction was the only thing which held him back from a complete wipeout of the population.
Somehow I became a guest of the monster. He pondered ceaselessly about the need to head outside and run destructively about. His goal? -to try new things; like many of us the monster wanted whatever he could not have.
It was for this reason that locked in his cavern he must remain. I understood this, he understood this and his other visitor did not. She was all mist and low on substance.
By dumbfounded circumstance I found myself in the company of a guffable monster whose mere prescence would cause walls to tremble. Once in motion the monster could not be stopped -buildings would crumble, ordance repelled and invincibly strong.
In talking to the beast it became clear to me that his envy was great but as long as his interest was kept at bay he would remain inside. Devoid of this barrier the beast would burst forth causing havoc and great destruction.He was both the immovable object and the irresistable force.
The monsterous, Viking-like immortal would crave whatever was seen or any enticing thing that he heard. I therefore admonished the other guest not to provoke his interest. Like mist she could not be contained.
I really tried to hold back the beast, lest he be loosed upon the world. The knowledge of his great strength was obvious -the walls would tremble upon his spoken word. In his waypath was a pool of poisonous waters. Along the path -was a safe haven.
The monster could take many tongues and oneheard his speech in one's own langauge. He would try to provoke one to feed his hunger for vibrant concepts. The girl of mist could not be stopped. My hand fell onto the poisonous waters and the monster held the only cure.
A short shower later and the monster was loosed. Unable to contain himself he was content for the moment to retain his new guest. Not through force but skillful manipulatiion of ideas beyond her comprehension.
So did the girl of the mist, fade away. The monster stayed home. I returned to tell this tale.
He was a loud bushy mustached barrel chested amiable beast of a man. He adorned himself with long stemmed horned helmets and special designed armor from another time. He was immortal and he was bored.
When unleased upon the world he wasa whirlwind. A terrible storm which could not be bound. Most often he was allowed to blow himself out. The loneliness of complete destruction was the only thing which held him back from a complete wipeout of the population.
Somehow I became a guest of the monster. He pondered ceaselessly about the need to head outside and run destructively about. His goal? -to try new things; like many of us the monster wanted whatever he could not have.
It was for this reason that locked in his cavern he must remain. I understood this, he understood this and his other visitor did not. She was all mist and low on substance.
By dumbfounded circumstance I found myself in the company of a guffable monster whose mere prescence would cause walls to tremble. Once in motion the monster could not be stopped -buildings would crumble, ordance repelled and invincibly strong.
In talking to the beast it became clear to me that his envy was great but as long as his interest was kept at bay he would remain inside. Devoid of this barrier the beast would burst forth causing havoc and great destruction.He was both the immovable object and the irresistable force.
The monsterous, Viking-like immortal would crave whatever was seen or any enticing thing that he heard. I therefore admonished the other guest not to provoke his interest. Like mist she could not be contained.
I really tried to hold back the beast, lest he be loosed upon the world. The knowledge of his great strength was obvious -the walls would tremble upon his spoken word. In his waypath was a pool of poisonous waters. Along the path -was a safe haven.
The monster could take many tongues and oneheard his speech in one's own langauge. He would try to provoke one to feed his hunger for vibrant concepts. The girl of mist could not be stopped. My hand fell onto the poisonous waters and the monster held the only cure.
A short shower later and the monster was loosed. Unable to contain himself he was content for the moment to retain his new guest. Not through force but skillful manipulatiion of ideas beyond her comprehension.
So did the girl of the mist, fade away. The monster stayed home. I returned to tell this tale.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Dreaming of Einstein
Today I dreamed of e=mc2 (and wondered if it was right) and e=s - 2n. Amazingly enough it all seemed so clear a few minutes ago. I'd overheard a discovery of the secret to event probability.
While in the dream I was just an observer of this theorem I really felt ready to grasp this concept. And then I woke up - now that was frustrating. I wonder how many thoughts were undiscovered because one has awakened from a dream?
Well perhaps I will dream again and if so I will write it down until we can capture the essence of the thing for which we are all searching.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
African Snakes
I dreamed of living in Africa. My wife and I had traveled to Africa in this dream. We had gone through an African marriage ceremony.
My wife was sorting some herbs, I noticed people going about their business. The priest was walking by as well. Although he was not dressed in his official robes.
I noticed that my wife was separating a short dark green bed of leaves. For some reason I thought isn't that tat (a local carcinogen)? She explained it is the only medicinal herb around here.
A picture of a snake made itself present. Not a real looking snake but a fake looking one. It's eyes were very large, emerald colored and elongated. The thought that came to mind is when you see these the best thing to do is jump and get out of the way. Jump and get out of their way.
They don't normally attack but just give them their distance and get out of their way.
My wife was sorting some herbs, I noticed people going about their business. The priest was walking by as well. Although he was not dressed in his official robes.
I noticed that my wife was separating a short dark green bed of leaves. For some reason I thought isn't that tat (a local carcinogen)? She explained it is the only medicinal herb around here.
A picture of a snake made itself present. Not a real looking snake but a fake looking one. It's eyes were very large, emerald colored and elongated. The thought that came to mind is when you see these the best thing to do is jump and get out of the way. Jump and get out of their way.
They don't normally attack but just give them their distance and get out of their way.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Software Accelerator
Today I dreamed that I was a backup driver. I was a natural talent at this in my dream. I worked with an important team of smart technicians. It was quite by accident and after many failures that the team discovered that I had a hidden talent - I instinctively knew when and how to manipulate the engine in order to achieve maximum velocity.
The team worked from a console and I noticed that the current driver did not know when it was necessary to throttle back power as the course on the main board changed direction, speed and intensity. I am not sure when I realized that this was a system , an engine , to drive software rather than a vehicle. It must have been the day of the big test when the main driver and her supporting team were looking around trying to understand why the system was not working properly.
I recalled images of the success of the team being brought into question in the press. The thought of this engine being given up as an idea that would not work. I flashed back to the team having this issue. I walked in and performed a repair under the console. Then I took notice of the main board where the team puzzled over the problem.
It was I who noted that at a certain section of the course the intensity of the main engine needed to be reduced so that maximum power was maintained while the internal processes reorganized multiple threads. Following that I noticed that the race course of the engine changed direction by 90 degrees. I mentioned that power needed to be trimmed by two, three then four percent in order to navigate such a turn at the current speed. Otherwise accelerated particle thrust would result in dispersal of electrons and interruption of power flow.
At this point I became aware that I was dreaming (actually I suspected it earlier). I made a conscious decision to continue dreaming so that I could record this information into my longer term/short term memory. It is natural of course without dedicated focus to lose one's dreams after waking. I pushed the urge to wake aside and reviewed the contents of the dream before leaving the dream scape.
Which is how I discovered the Software Accelerator. Now recorded on the day of the dream by Tommie N. Carter, Jr.
The team worked from a console and I noticed that the current driver did not know when it was necessary to throttle back power as the course on the main board changed direction, speed and intensity. I am not sure when I realized that this was a system , an engine , to drive software rather than a vehicle. It must have been the day of the big test when the main driver and her supporting team were looking around trying to understand why the system was not working properly.
I recalled images of the success of the team being brought into question in the press. The thought of this engine being given up as an idea that would not work. I flashed back to the team having this issue. I walked in and performed a repair under the console. Then I took notice of the main board where the team puzzled over the problem.
It was I who noted that at a certain section of the course the intensity of the main engine needed to be reduced so that maximum power was maintained while the internal processes reorganized multiple threads. Following that I noticed that the race course of the engine changed direction by 90 degrees. I mentioned that power needed to be trimmed by two, three then four percent in order to navigate such a turn at the current speed. Otherwise accelerated particle thrust would result in dispersal of electrons and interruption of power flow.
At this point I became aware that I was dreaming (actually I suspected it earlier). I made a conscious decision to continue dreaming so that I could record this information into my longer term/short term memory. It is natural of course without dedicated focus to lose one's dreams after waking. I pushed the urge to wake aside and reviewed the contents of the dream before leaving the dream scape.
Which is how I discovered the Software Accelerator. Now recorded on the day of the dream by Tommie N. Carter, Jr.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Multiple dreams in one day
Today for the first time that I can recall -I had at least two distinct dreams that I can remember. On the periphery of my memory I seem to grasp that a third dream is there but currently this eludes me . Instead of losing all memory of the dreams, I find that I can still hear the Sutra in my head, I have retained much of the essence of the dream-space.
Scene 1:
The Asians are in a beige car behind mine and as we reach the destination and they get out of their car we all start to feel and hear automatic gun fire. I look over my right shoulder and following the sounds of the bullets I train my eye upon the topmost floor of a building where I can see gun fire flashes coming from a window near the corner of the building. I order our men to take cover as I hug the wall and try to gauge the distance between the incoming fire and the impact of the bullets.
We apparently were here to investigate this building diagonally across the street from where the gunfire is approaching. I interpret the gunfire as a way to distract us from our target. And as a warning to those we have come for -surely they are leaving out the back door after hearing this gunfire. I prepare to return fire when the Sutra interrupts this dream.
Scene 2:
Unusual activity from a friend including some pictures of girls sitting within an inner tube with a ball in the middle is the component that I recall strongest. I also recall that the friend had previously made contact with me regarding a relationship problem. The Sutra brings me out of my reverie and forces my attention once again upon the being.
Scene 3:
In a waking dream this time. I am listening to a very musical version of a Sutra. The strains of the musical chimes and other instruments which I cannot identify seem to make the experience reach one's higher self.
When the chanting begins I do not understand the words but their intent seems clear. The words are both soothing and inviting one to reach beyond the limits of oneself. After listening to this music for some time I saw a waking vision of a monk sitting in a lotus or kneeling position.
The amazing thing was that I could not see the monk's face -it was enclosed in shadow. I was able to see that the monk had on deep red robes covering an inner robe of gold (I could see the gold cloth coming from beneath the red robe around the shoulder area. The amazing thing is that this monk is now with me -whenever I hear this Sutra/music in my head I can visualize this apparition/being as distinctly as I can view other objects in the physical world.
Scene 1:
The Asians are in a beige car behind mine and as we reach the destination and they get out of their car we all start to feel and hear automatic gun fire. I look over my right shoulder and following the sounds of the bullets I train my eye upon the topmost floor of a building where I can see gun fire flashes coming from a window near the corner of the building. I order our men to take cover as I hug the wall and try to gauge the distance between the incoming fire and the impact of the bullets.
We apparently were here to investigate this building diagonally across the street from where the gunfire is approaching. I interpret the gunfire as a way to distract us from our target. And as a warning to those we have come for -surely they are leaving out the back door after hearing this gunfire. I prepare to return fire when the Sutra interrupts this dream.
Scene 2:
Unusual activity from a friend including some pictures of girls sitting within an inner tube with a ball in the middle is the component that I recall strongest. I also recall that the friend had previously made contact with me regarding a relationship problem. The Sutra brings me out of my reverie and forces my attention once again upon the being.
Scene 3:
In a waking dream this time. I am listening to a very musical version of a Sutra. The strains of the musical chimes and other instruments which I cannot identify seem to make the experience reach one's higher self.
When the chanting begins I do not understand the words but their intent seems clear. The words are both soothing and inviting one to reach beyond the limits of oneself. After listening to this music for some time I saw a waking vision of a monk sitting in a lotus or kneeling position.
The amazing thing was that I could not see the monk's face -it was enclosed in shadow. I was able to see that the monk had on deep red robes covering an inner robe of gold (I could see the gold cloth coming from beneath the red robe around the shoulder area. The amazing thing is that this monk is now with me -whenever I hear this Sutra/music in my head I can visualize this apparition/being as distinctly as I can view other objects in the physical world.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
FISH
In my dream today I walked a path and from afar I saw a goldfish leap high into the sky. It was a mighty leap, unusually so and I wondered why. I hurried to see what I could make of this situation and as I drew closer I realized that there were two fish in the air. The leap of the goldfish must have been tremendous I thought.
For some reason what came to mind was the Salmon swimming up-river to the place where they had spawned. With that thought the scene became clearer as I approached. I realized that the goldfish had jumped out of a body of water and that further away -some distance in fact was another body of water (I couldn't say if it was the ocean or a river).
What I saw when I came within close range was that a goldfish had indeed been captured in the jaws of a huge brown fish. Or the brown fish may have been captured by a huge goldfish. Please excuse the confusion on this point -I was busy being amazed at the mighty leap which was at this point simulating flight.
It appeared that these two fish (one in the mouth of the other) were flying through the air. They flew around close to the height of head (or a little higher). It seemed rather strange to me and so I ducked for cover -I didn't want to interrupt this event.
The flying fish seemed headed to the other body of water at first. Next the fish doing the amazing leap that simulated flight performed a semi-turn and seemed to be headed back to the first body of water (not sure if it would be called a lake, a stream or a pond).
As I was now ducked down close to the ground I became aware of the startling colors in this environment. Blue sky, green grass, goldfish, brown fish and a dark body of water. I was at this point confronted with the fact that these fish were not going to make it to the body of water. I realized this as the fish flew around my head and appeared to aim directly for me.
The dream came to a sudden end as the two fish headed straight towards my face. I dropped my head low to the ground to avoid collision and the two fish came to rest on the ground inches from my face. Breathing heavily the fish lay before me and I awoke thinking now I have two fish -what am I going to do with them?
For some reason what came to mind was the Salmon swimming up-river to the place where they had spawned. With that thought the scene became clearer as I approached. I realized that the goldfish had jumped out of a body of water and that further away -some distance in fact was another body of water (I couldn't say if it was the ocean or a river).
What I saw when I came within close range was that a goldfish had indeed been captured in the jaws of a huge brown fish. Or the brown fish may have been captured by a huge goldfish. Please excuse the confusion on this point -I was busy being amazed at the mighty leap which was at this point simulating flight.
It appeared that these two fish (one in the mouth of the other) were flying through the air. They flew around close to the height of head (or a little higher). It seemed rather strange to me and so I ducked for cover -I didn't want to interrupt this event.
The flying fish seemed headed to the other body of water at first. Next the fish doing the amazing leap that simulated flight performed a semi-turn and seemed to be headed back to the first body of water (not sure if it would be called a lake, a stream or a pond).
As I was now ducked down close to the ground I became aware of the startling colors in this environment. Blue sky, green grass, goldfish, brown fish and a dark body of water. I was at this point confronted with the fact that these fish were not going to make it to the body of water. I realized this as the fish flew around my head and appeared to aim directly for me.
The dream came to a sudden end as the two fish headed straight towards my face. I dropped my head low to the ground to avoid collision and the two fish came to rest on the ground inches from my face. Breathing heavily the fish lay before me and I awoke thinking now I have two fish -what am I going to do with them?
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Dreaming the impossible dream
This morning I dreamt that the Earth when seen from afar casts a shadow-like aura. Our sun as a pinpoint of light creates this illusion. I dreamt of a newly formed medium-orange sun being formed between human hands. In my dream-scape I recognized that the lights in our sky might as well represent all those humans who ever were (so great are they in their numbers).
My dream conceived this impossible idea, could humanity be the key to those dots in the sky? Are we capable of shaping the stars out of our own essence? I awoke with an incomprehensible understanding of the unknown mysteries of our universe. No matter how unrecognized the beings, dimensions, and substances in our environment we are all connected.
Understanding this link becomes the next question, who knows, perhaps I or someone reading this will dream that impossible dream.
My dream conceived this impossible idea, could humanity be the key to those dots in the sky? Are we capable of shaping the stars out of our own essence? I awoke with an incomprehensible understanding of the unknown mysteries of our universe. No matter how unrecognized the beings, dimensions, and substances in our environment we are all connected.
Understanding this link becomes the next question, who knows, perhaps I or someone reading this will dream that impossible dream.
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
The stuff of dreams
Whenever I close my eyes and tune out the distraction of reality. When I suspend awareness of the subjective present/future then I can clearly see images of people, events and numbers. From where these images come I do not know. The reality perceived in this manner is as real to me as the moments spent existing in the "real world".
It seems that dreams are made of the stuff flowing between the conscious and the unconscious. When one is neither sleeping nor fully focused on the awareness of this reality then the dimensions expose themselves. As to why these conditions permit such visions - who is to say? Notwithstanding the question of why perhaps we ought to try to apply what is to our understanding of the human condition.
I have always thought that we are but watchers tape recorders of the events, in staggering detail, which occur in our lifetimes.
It seems that dreams are made of the stuff flowing between the conscious and the unconscious. When one is neither sleeping nor fully focused on the awareness of this reality then the dimensions expose themselves. As to why these conditions permit such visions - who is to say? Notwithstanding the question of why perhaps we ought to try to apply what is to our understanding of the human condition.
I have always thought that we are but watchers tape recorders of the events, in staggering detail, which occur in our lifetimes.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Research from the dream-scape
Recent investigations into the dreams of this lifetime lead me to believe that not only do we dream of both our past and future selves; but that certain other realities persist. A series of introspective conversations and interviews with waking dreamers provides the basis for my dream postulations. In pursuit of such knowledge I continue to evolve the theory of the dream-scape.
- The in-between time of consciousness and slumber is where dreams are remembered.
- The dreams of many are poured into the souls of few.
- The only [false] commonality in one's dream is the presence of oneself.
- Ghosts seen and heard may be the essence of a dream.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Dreams on, Dreams off
If dreams allow us to traverse the time-space continuum as many believe that we do. What happens when we do not dream? Is our spirit held in the void between stars? The question seems pertinent to our investigation of the dream-scape.
Is it the case that we ever really do not dream? Or is it merely that we cannot recollect our dream? The theories are endless and may be included among life's biggest mysteries. An example of one such mystery is the observation that I have been typing this note with my eyes closed and yet somehow the computer knows where my hands are....
Although Life itself is a mystery - Dreams are the root of our attempt to understand the human mind. We must traverse the void and grow in our understanding of ourselves.
Is it the case that we ever really do not dream? Or is it merely that we cannot recollect our dream? The theories are endless and may be included among life's biggest mysteries. An example of one such mystery is the observation that I have been typing this note with my eyes closed and yet somehow the computer knows where my hands are....
Although Life itself is a mystery - Dreams are the root of our attempt to understand the human mind. We must traverse the void and grow in our understanding of ourselves.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
No Doubt
I awoke to the thundering pattern of thump-thump, thump-thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump-thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump-thump. This pattern would continuously be repeated.
A woman with the strength of a man was hovering over my back. She had my arm twisted in what looked like a very painful position and with her knuckle at an odd angle she was striking out this beat on the upper rib cage below my left arm. The face of this woman was extremely sallow and she had rings under her arms.
It hit me that the strikes were way too powerful and in an instinctive motion I tried to free my arm. That's when I found that this slight, sallow-toned, tired looking woman was in fact possessed of extraordinary strength. With my final bit of strength (somehow that rhythm was quickly waning what little strength that remained...) I broke the connection; I awoke from my slumber.
My chest hurt. The pounding sound was in my ears. I felt it must have been the sound of a death knell. I slowed that tempo mentally, as I placed my hand over my heart. I got up out of that world, removing the last of my sleep from my eyes. I came to my desk and have related this truth to you.
Can there be any doubt that we are not alone?
A woman with the strength of a man was hovering over my back. She had my arm twisted in what looked like a very painful position and with her knuckle at an odd angle she was striking out this beat on the upper rib cage below my left arm. The face of this woman was extremely sallow and she had rings under her arms.
It hit me that the strikes were way too powerful and in an instinctive motion I tried to free my arm. That's when I found that this slight, sallow-toned, tired looking woman was in fact possessed of extraordinary strength. With my final bit of strength (somehow that rhythm was quickly waning what little strength that remained...) I broke the connection; I awoke from my slumber.
My chest hurt. The pounding sound was in my ears. I felt it must have been the sound of a death knell. I slowed that tempo mentally, as I placed my hand over my heart. I got up out of that world, removing the last of my sleep from my eyes. I came to my desk and have related this truth to you.
Can there be any doubt that we are not alone?
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Mouseketteer
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.
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