I had a dream about you and Jimbo one night. Can't remember the details. I used to keep a dream journal but I stopped. Maybe I should start it again. I don't dream as much after smoking pot. But within a few days of stopping they start up again. I am sure I still probably dream I just don't remember them. I don't remember ever having a Technicolor dream. But I have read somewhere that men seldom do. I love dreams, good or nightmare. Like cheap entertainment: I can always tell when my blood sugar is out of wack. I get sugar nightmares. I have dreamed of Lightning Rod a couple of times. Type II diabetes such a self-inflicted disease. Stupid stupid, but I have started walking again. Seems to make a difference. My walking Zen practice, walking and breathing: back to dreams.
I think dreams are the unconscious mind doing art
Vivid Dream Klee?
One I had that has stayed a long time is a dream about Jesus. He was an African American. He never said who he was in my dream, but for some reason I thought of Christ as soon as I awoke. Nothing-heavy just friendly conversation with a friend.: Alamo Rose always is always a good dream. I never wake up in despair after a dream about her.
But my
Sister still got to come to grips with her. Not sure what dreams she has of her mother. It has taken me a year and a half to help her realize how much her mother loved her. She doesn’t get that sad face any more when I mention rose to her. Never too late to feel a mother's love. I remember a dream from about ten or younger too. Flying dinosaurs, I had watched some black and white 1 million BC kind of movie before going to bed. I am interested how the environment I am sleeping in feeds back into my dreams. I listen to a lot of books on tape when I go to bed. One is Sylvia Plath reading her poetry, some angry dreams there; another tape I listen to a lot is The Iliad. Sometimes I awake in the middle of Achilles Anger and have to change tapes. Other times I sleep through ok, depends on the tape, I sleep well when Athena is on stage, and sometimes I awake to "the sound of the whispering murmuring sea". Poor Hector, Athena
left me to die like a fox on the run. But he probably had it coming. Some one told me that if you dream of your self naked that is a dream about death. I got to admit that the naked dreams tend to be uncanny. Or eerie.
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Hey check out the fuddian slip
Athena left me not him
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Another dream I remember is one about a strange looking monster, like a gorilla with a big horn on his head like a unicorn.
And of course I have had a few trucker's nightmares. Those dreams where I am driving a truck, and I suddenly wake up and damned if I ain't driving a truck.
When I used to drive sleeper teams I had some weird dreams. Some of the old trucks used to have what we called coffin sleepers because they were about the size of a coffin. I asked my partner not to put the curtain down when I was sleeping, I am claustrophobic from all those basements and closets I was locked up in as a kid maybe. Well I woke up and he had put the curtain down and I was sure I was in a coffin, this after dreaming about a black cat, witches (like the one the house fell on) and a house burning down.
The most interesting dream I know about is the one Kekule had
Kekule dozed in his chair by the fire, trying to solve the riddle. As he nodded, he dreamt of the twining serpents on that old ring, whirling in the flames. Suddenly, in the dream, the serpents caught each other's tail and formed a circle. Kekule saw the answer. The carbon atoms formed an hexagonal ring with alternating single and double bonds. Each one held its own hydrogen atom -- "like charms on a bracelet," says von Baeyer. It was a structure utterly alien to anything else in chemistry.
http://www.uh.edu/engines/epi265.htm
This one is named for Buckminster Fuller the inventor of the Geodesic Dome and captain of the space ship Earth
