Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

dreaming about baltimore thinking about detroit public schools going broke no books for the children same in baltimore the libraries shut down so a group of hippy :diggers (diggers in S.F. Ca) started a library you could join if you brought a book to the library, a dream in a dream I was telling someone named Jim (alluding to captain james kirk giving orders on the deck of his starship) about the dream and driving a truck when an inner voice told me to stop the truck because I was slipping in and out of consciousness like a truckers nightmare where I am dreaming I am driving a truck to wake up and find I am driving a truck so I stop the truck and I realize this is bad I cant stop the truck in the middle of the highway so I start telling a firend abou the dream and then I wake up for real and tell myself I should write this down before I forget it so I get up and go to the computer.

there was a book in the dream an old book with a blue cover that was in bad shape the binding was shot the cover came off, a very interesting book that I wanted to take home with me from the library. It was a wonderful library and the book was so interesting but I cant remember what the book was about something interesting full of self knowledge hmm such a good book.

A good dream about baltimore, not one of my "lost dreams" where I wander around looking for somewhere. I knew where I was.

I was in a library, it was located in the basement of the city hall, the city hall was either a dilapadated wharehouse or modern architecture.

That book, I found a book in a thrift store for 25 dollars that I wanted so bad. But did not want to spend 25 bucks for it.

something about Neuroses. Maybe that was the book in the dream. Or maybe it was The Golden Bough.


I loved that seen in the novel where the stone angels were dancing.

not like so much as I was dreaming within a dream it was more like a dream in which I was tripping and that is why I had to stop the truck thinking about the ride in the mercedes I stole when I was tripping. The voice like the voice I heard when I was choking to death while driving to houston.

Trucker, I wanted to recall all of my dreams last night.
I can't even remember any little detail to any of them.

I went out on southern and cranberry, came home spinning. It was a really exciting night, I had my girlfriend there who I miss always.
She's like a sister to me.
Why do all the guys who ask for my number gotta be in their twenties. I don't know why I seem to attract them. Twenty-somethings use cheesie pick-me-up lines.
I'm terrible at this.

I went to sleep on a highway and woke up on a blank, just a blank.
Nothing inside my head.

I wonder what book it was you read?

Sorry about the sloppy writing above worse than usual I will clean it up later I just wanted to get it down before I forgot. I need to keep a pen and notepad by my bed.


I wish I can remember the book too
I must have dreamed in color last night cause I remember the cover was blue. The cover fell off because the binding came unstitched, the book was very old reminded me of this bit from a dylan song.

Written by an Italian poet. From the thirteenth century. And every one of them words rang true.

If I was in my twenties I would be outside your bedroom window howling at the moon
like Nietzsche and Freud with the hots for Lou Salome.

Oh yay! You do dream in color. Now I gots to have a black and white dream, then we can say we've tapped into our female and male dream awareness or sumpin' like that, you know what I'm trying to say, it just seems like something I'd be excited over.

I don't want to meet twenty-somethings. There must be something wrong with me. I know it's cause forty-somethings look for women--heels, lipstick and curling ironed hair. I went out with two little braids in my hippy curled hair. I look such a doll, but a baby doll and urgh I fail at outside the door stuffs.

You know what it says to me...that I'm immature. Even in my writings, I'm very immature still. I don't knows when I'll mature either. I've read a gazillion books, I've lived through death, looking at death in a loved one, been broken hearted and broken-up, poor but happily so, dealt with an overly long drawn out marriage and survived, birthed two babies, searched long and hard for my soul and inner me(still am). But, to mature must be something that eludes me.

I learned something about dreaming I did not know.
There are two kinds of dreams one kind happens in REM sleep and the other in Non-REM sleep.
If we awake from a REM dream we have negative feelings about ourselves. They think that is because the amygdala is involved in REM sleep.

The dreams from non rem sleep make us feel better about our selves. The amygdala is not involved in non rem sleep


I hope I get a chance to watch this again I missed most of it
What Are Dreams

I take a lot of attention, I can be overwhelming but, you don't tire. Gonna go watch this flick. Thanks much for the amusements.
Always laughing, always smiling, sometimes crying. It's better than dull. You've rescued me from dull.

One man's discarded mess.
The ex was boring, though he'd had more energy than I, he talked of nothing I found entertaining. I'm just a used girl. Glad you still talk to me regardless.

I kept dreaming this a.m.
I got up at 8, but decided to go back to sleep.
dreamt even more.
dreamt of kids pulling me in all directions while my daughter tried to run away, went to hide. I kept pulling away from the other children to go find her. I just wanted my daughter.

Woke up from my nap dreamed about the Jews, a people of sorrows. Put me in a bad mood thinking about the 'Church Fathers' I read somewhere that there is no extant manuscript of the new testament earlier than the second century AD. Plenty of time for the church to spin their lies. Thinking about the bishops in Ireland and their lies. Why should I expect any different from their predessors. Meanwhile my ancestors chased around the world for two thousand years with blood libels.

THe (REM) amygdala dreams are primal go back to our days of saber tooth tigers and cave bears. Children dream more in REM sleep. Non REM sleep is where our artist works to solve problems. One of the blessings of old age is that old people have fewer REM dreams. Sounds like a REM dream about your daughter.

I hope your have sweet dreams tonight.

I would like to watch that PBS show, I just caugt bits of it while I was working.

I just finished watching it. Found a lot of interesting thoughts. One that caught my attention was how more negative, misfortune emotions happen during REM. They are looking for connections between an overload of REM dreams in depressed personality types.
I don't know, but sounds right to me, would be interested in the results after testing.

Another thought is I like to read before I sleep, often 'reading' myself to sleep. I wake up with vocabulary on the tip of my tongue. It begins to dwindle as the day goes on.

I was thinking about the reoccurring emotions in my dreams, if there's a pattern. I seem to be concerned for my daughter. Wish I could fix my concerns.

Jack, it's like we have a little dream circle going on here. We just need an interpreter.