tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post1853377639492381346..comments2024-03-29T05:25:04.962-04:00Comments on Moristotle & Co.: Sleeping and wakingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-48025282391058547902016-06-15T11:34:13.357-04:002016-06-15T11:34:13.357-04:00Night of June 14-15 (Part 2)
A related, but so...Night of June 14-15 (Part 2)<br /> A related, but somehow converse, feeling had accompanied the dream in the house where I was preparing for bed. In that dream, even though my daughter and another person were in the house, I felt very alone and a bit sad, or lonely.<br /> also – kind of by the way – the dream sequence of preparing for bed, set in a house, reminded me of numerous other dreams and houses. One house, in particular – and this was months or years ago – seemed to be that of Carolyn's brother Richard's family. It seems relative to yesterday's events, because Richard has remarried, and yesterday was his second wife's birthday. And I had been in communication with Richard, Including to convey happy birthday wishes to her. And in the same time. – That is years ago – I had numerous dreams in a two-story home of quite a few rooms which seemed to be based on the house we lived in for 25 years in Chapel Hill. Those dreams are always seemed comfortable or comforting, reminders of secure life and routine.<br /><br />OK, I will stop to stop dictating here, except to note also that getting up in the morning to dictate – rather than getting up during the night to do so – seems to be a good procedure. It seems to be working. I am only sorry that I cannot know remember the first sequence, which seemed of the same order, but perhaps less significant. That is maybe it doesn't matter so much whether I remember it or not. I can think of that simply as a warm-up for what came after.<br /><br />One further note, in dictation: just now I was doing my morning stretches, and I remembered a person, perhaps a physical therapist, who didn't seem to be doing her own exercises as long as she had told me to do them. And I asked her whether she were counting the time or not. (I am sure now that she was not a physical therapist but simply another person in the group who was learning the exercise routine.) anyway she had said something very memorable to me. She had said she would rather concentrate on her breathing. I think I have learned from my dreams last night that I have no sufficiently developed the mechanics of remembering and recording my dreams so that I no longer need to think about the mechanics and can get on with the dreaming – with the creativity itself, so to speak. Or, alternatively, I can leave the books (the mechanics) to others; I no longer need them myself. Wow!Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-91636834008346677022016-06-15T10:03:29.731-04:002016-06-15T10:03:29.731-04:00Night of June 14-15 (Part 2)
A related, but so...Night of June 14-15 (Part 2)<br /> A related, but somehow converse, feeling had accompanied the dream in the house where I was preparing for bed. In that dream, even though my daughter and another person were in the house, I felt very alone and a bit sad, or lonely.<br /> also – kind of by the way – the dream sequence of preparing for bed, set in a house, reminded me of numerous other dreams and houses. One house, in particular – and this was months or years ago – seemed to be that of Carolyn's brother Richard's family. It seems relative to yesterday's events, because Richard has remarried, and yesterday was his second wife's birthday. And I had been in communication with Richard, Including to convey happy birthday wishes to her. And in the same time. – That is years ago – I had numerous dreams in a two-story home of quite a few rooms which seemed to be based on the house we lived in for 25 years in Chapel Hill. Those dreams are always seemed comfortable or comforting, reminders of secure life and routine.<br /><br />OK, I will stop to stop dictating here, except to note also that getting up in the morning to dictate – rather than getting up during the night to do so – seems to be a good procedure. It seems to be working. I am only sorry that I cannot know remember the first sequence, which seemed of the same order, but perhaps less significant. That is maybe it doesn't matter so much whether I remember it or not. I can think of that simply as a warm-up for what came after.<br /><br />One further note, in dictation: just now I was doing my morning stretches, and I remembered a person, perhaps a physical therapist, who didn't seem to be doing her own exercises as long as she had told me to do them. And I asked her whether she were counting the time or not. (I am sure now that she was not a physical therapist but simply another person in the group who was learning the exercise routine.) anyway she had said something very memorable to me. She had said she would rather concentrate on her breathing. I think I have learned from my dreams last night that I have no sufficiently developed the mechanics of remembering and recording my dreams so that I no longer need to think about the mechanics and can get on with the dreaming – with the creativity itself, so to speak. Or, alternatively, I can leave the books (the mechanics) to others; I no longer need them myself. Wow!Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-47586105305672997062016-06-15T10:02:01.300-04:002016-06-15T10:02:01.300-04:00[Note: The following two-part account is in the or...[<i>Note: The following two-part account is in the original, unedited dictated version.</i>]<br /><br />Night of June 14-15 (Part 1)<br /> Last night I seemed to have a flood of rich rich dream. There was none of the TV inspired grotesquerie of previous nights. I had gone to bed at about 8 PM. I think my first dream awakening was around midnight.<br /> At The time I remembered what it was and thought I would continue remembering. But now Dash it's nearly 430 and I am getting up – I cannot remember it.<br /> The second dream, I was, as I have been in numerous previous dreams, though not recently, in a house. My grown daughter was in a room down the hall and someone else in the family, I think, was in another room, although I wasn't as aware of her – I think it was a woman. The project of the dream segment was that I needed to prepare for bed, and it was important not to disturb my daughter or the other person with light or noise. So the project was to close the doors appropriately to do that.<br /> in the next dream I was in a professional setting, let's say, and someone in the organization had discovered that I had a trove of books – some of which there were many copies – about creativity and effective thinking or problem-solving, And the person who discovered this wanted me to make them available for distribution to help other people. I was fine with that and encouraged it to proceed.(Note: for the record I no longer have many of the books that I once owned, and at no point did I own as many books on creativity and problem-solving as I was represented to have in the dream.)<br /> in the next segment – again in a professional setting – I was.... I can't say what I was, and no I think that actually the scene which was a laboratory or simply a generously proportioned office had lots of evidence of a previous amount of works having been done. In this dream retrospectively we wondered whether there was some excess of product who's significance we had not previously recognized. And, actually, there was someone in the office – a young woman! – Who was quite aware of the value of the "excess " in fact, she seemed delighted that someone else had guest at the underlying value. In the dream, however, I do not think the actual thing or its actual value were revealed to me, or, that is, they were not evident in the dream.<br /> I think, previous to that one, I had parked my car in a position in the lot so that it was in the shade. And now, after the dream sequence or topic summarized above, I went out to the parking lot and found that my car had been moved off a lot under the verge in fact partly up on a divider or something at the edge. It seemed clear to me that someone some group of people had simply left of the car and carried it off, because of its position. And my first thought was oh I will just lifted up and put back over or pulled her over a enough to be able to drive it away.<br /> oh, and now I remember thinking – I guess I was now awake and musing about the dreams I had been having – I remembered the scientist (was a tesla) who dreamed of the benzene rings or something in chemistry. That is, it was seeming to me that much of the dream material last night, or the ones about the books on creativity thinking and problem-solving, and the one on the laboratory our office in which some work proctor product had an excess of value, Had to do with dreams as vehicles or channels or agencies of creativity and invention. And, of course, I was feeling buoyant and somehow "delivered."Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-30040632284860008522016-06-14T06:48:32.420-04:002016-06-14T06:48:32.420-04:00Vic, again, I am sure you are right about TV invad...Vic, again, I am sure you are right about TV invading our dreams. The intensity of stories, especially when conveyed dramatically through video, is probably more powerful than "real life," with its meandering lack of clear plot. And <i>Homeland</i> is so realistic (of human ambivalence, the ruthlessness of spy agencies, surveillance of civilian populations, radical Islam, friendship), it connects inexorably with my core. If it didn't inform my dreams, I would probably already be dead.<br /> Fortunately, last night, the dreaming I did evaporated quickly in my half-waking indifference to remembering them. My wife and I had set a new record yesterday and last evening for number of episodes watched, as we plunged all the way to the end of Season Five, and I was too tired to try to mine any dream ore.Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-34737299774370089792016-06-14T06:33:53.583-04:002016-06-14T06:33:53.583-04:00Thank you, Vic! Your focus on fecal analysis could...Thank you, Vic! Your focus on fecal analysis could be right on. As a matter of fact, my motility had been a concern, and I recently eliminated a food that a doctor had warned might be aggravating my diverticulosis, with the encouraging result that my motility has returned to consistently normal. I really don't think I'm questioning my meds, about which I have always been cautious in the first place. Thanks again.Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-42226097947525746502016-06-14T05:44:31.788-04:002016-06-14T05:44:31.788-04:00You have probably heard the sayings - "If you...You have probably heard the sayings - "If you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas". Or, "You become like the people you spend time with". I don't know if there is, but there should also be a saying - "You absorb TV and movies you watch into your being sometimes like they're real". I don't think our subconscious can 'always' separate that fantasy from our life living realities. It therefore has to try and make sense of the 'unusual' or abnormal happenings it experiences us having. "Actually having" or TV fantasy. You gotta wonder how well it can tell these apart? <br /> You have become really good at recall and reporting your dream memories and that surely has simply come from practice and being interested in the process. Sickem big fella! Vic M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06736914347731234718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-76291093798699787402016-06-14T05:25:49.218-04:002016-06-14T05:25:49.218-04:00Goodness, Morris. You seem to have covered several...Goodness, Morris. You seem to have covered several aspects of possible things going on with you. It's great! Getting detail interest in feces analysis, for instance. That would probably just be out of interest for your inquisitive mind, but in "our" day if you recall, doctors used feces to determine what was going on inside us. Your subconscious may be wondering if the meds you're on are correct for you. ? <br /> The boxers again, I (only) think is your desire to look at and question yourself. Important? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Only you will know. Vic M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06736914347731234718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-20253330191419656002016-06-13T22:07:16.010-04:002016-06-13T22:07:16.010-04:00Night of June 12-13 (Part 2)
Well, interesting...Night of June 12-13 (Part 2)<br /> Well, interestingly, again last night my wife and I watched four episodes of <i>Homeland</i> Season Five. And, I remember now, earlier in the night – I think around 2:30, when I first woke up to pee, I was vaguely aware of having dreamed images of Claire Dane, who plays Carrie Mathison of the CIA – or or in previous seasons of the CIA, she has now left and is working in the private sector in Berlin – dreamed mages of her talking – about what, I do not know, but the association with having watched <i>Homeland</i> is pretty obvious. Is it simply a case of dreaming about something that one has just intensely experienced, like dreaming provoked by over-eating?<br /> The scenes in the hospital, or whatever, could also have been provoked by images in one of the episodes of <i>Homeland</i>. Peter Quinn, a CIA assassin, has been shot by a Russian agent, also a professional assassin, and he has been taken and cared for by a former doctor from Syria, who can no longer practice there. The care is delivered in the apartment building the former doctor manages, a job to which he has been relegated since he can't officially practice medicine in Germany either. And in one of his apartments is staying someone who lets other refugees from Syria meet who have jihadist, or terrorist, sympathies. One of these has just been released – a large, burly man, whose head is shaved. In the course of the action he and Quinn fight, Quinn killing him even though Quinn is weak and bleeding from the gun shop for which he is being treated.<br /> That is all I can remember of the dream images. But it is instructive, perhaps, to note that my memory of dreaming, of dream images, seems to have been facilitated by my having been wakened by an alarm, rather than wakened naturally, to pee.<br /> Another thing I wish to record is that – well, first, that I am dictating this, and, second, when I wake up later in the night – that is, after lying in bed for some hours – my right sacroiliac is often hurting so bad, it is quite painful to get out of bed and walk. I record this because it is another factor, besides stupor, that compromises my ability to go to another room to dictate. In fact, this morning I did my stretches, which I learned from a physical therapist, before I got up to dictate these notes. (My wife and Siegfried are out now for their walk.)<br /> Wow, I just scrolled up to see how long these notes are, and they are quite long. I guess a probably good thing about dictating dream notes – possibly about dictating my "writing" in general – is that more gets written??? I take it that this is simply because when I am literally writing, I am also usually engaged in editing as I go. This is not so natural – and not so easy – in dictating.<br /><br />It is now almost 10 at night. I just finished reading this morning's dictation and cleaning it up. Putting down more words has its disadvantages.<br /> But it's good that I recorded what I could remember this morning, for I so little remember it now I have to take my record's word for it.Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-62165029084617735272016-06-13T22:05:22.052-04:002016-06-13T22:05:22.052-04:00Night of June 12-13 (Part 1)
When I was awaken...Night of June 12-13 (Part 1)<br /> When I was awakened at 4:45 this morning – by my wife's alarm telling her to go walk while it was still cool enough – I was aware of having had a fairly long dream, maybe two dreams. In the immediate one, I was outside, with another person, who seemed to be assisting me, or supervising. I was cleaning an area of several discrete piles of human feces. And when I attempted to simply sweep them off, my "assistant" warned me that I needed to keep them separate for analysis.<br /> Now, that actually reminds me of the possibly <i>other</i> dream I had been having, although it also suggests that they were not completely separate, but perhaps different aspects, or sides, of the same significant narrative.<br /> In the "other" dream, I was seeming to investigate some mysterious goings-on having to do with boxing and possibly brain-surgery experiments. Individual men – big, burly men, some with shaved heads – maybe all with shaved heads? – were moving about, as in a gym. I saw one bruiser, for example, with a large slice from his skull and brain. He was walking, seemingly with no difficulty, out of the area, and someone said to the others not to go with him, he wanted to go alone (wanted to die alone, I understood this to mean).<br /> But in another sequence within this narrative – and I suppose this sequence could actually be a third dream sequence, although it really does seem to be related in its significance somehow, even though I do not understand at this point what that narrative is...Anyway in this sequence, an individual is about to box someone, or is in the ring in the act of boxing. And he is looking at his "trainer." I get my eyes between his and the trainer's so that their eyes cannot meet. I am looking Intently into his eyes to try to keen what is going on. But I cannot tell anything. And when I look around at the eyes of the trainer, he continues to try to make eye contact with the boxer, and I still cannot make out what might be going on. Somehow, now, the feces seems to relate to this, as though it indicates something about his meds. And there is more about this that I cannot recall from earlier dream images.Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-73802421968464026542016-06-12T19:26:36.218-04:002016-06-12T19:26:36.218-04:00Yes, you have. Well done!
Yes, you have. Well done!<br />Vic M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06736914347731234718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-69544550750612734972016-06-12T12:36:15.515-04:002016-06-12T12:36:15.515-04:00At least I've developed the routine of always ...At least I've developed the routine of always writing up SOMETHING regarding the previous night's "dream project." It truly felt good this morning, to have nothing to report. I maybe just needed the rest. I continue to feel open (TOTALLY open) to having a vivid, memorable, detailed dream. One could strike any time, even tonight!Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-38323515073286577362016-06-12T12:12:48.855-04:002016-06-12T12:12:48.855-04:00Night of June 11-12
It was a pleasant, undistu...Night of June 11-12<br /> It was a pleasant, undisturbing night. Upon waking and rising to pee at 1:20, 3:10, and 4:45, I had only the slightest sense that I had been dreaming, with no sense of specific images or sensations. Ditto upon rising at 5:42 for the day. Only a hint now of regret.Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-76827071257611784172016-06-11T07:59:40.439-04:002016-06-11T07:59:40.439-04:00Night of June 10-11
If my recent correspondent...Night of June 10-11<br /> If my recent correspondent who suggested (tongue in cheek, I hope) that "if [dreams, like sperm] are wasted through masturbation...it is somehow sinful to not make an effort to remember your dreams and consider what they might be trying to tell you," then I was too lax last night in not making more of an effort to catch my dreams, which seemed numerous and somehow connected, like a TV serial. Like Homeland, in fact, for at least one image of former CIA Director Saul Berenson, wizened as he was in Season 4, appeared. (In the first segment, just before 1:22 a.m., an image of an elephant also appeared, but it looked like a single photograph, not a moving dream image – curious.)<br /> Anyway, at about 4:45 a.m., "I woke up in that little trailer house with the tar flaming on the stove top" – as I emailed my niece this morning who really was in that trailer sixty-five-some-odd years ago and ended up with burns over much of her body.<br /> My wife and I had "watched four episodes today - our personal record for Homeland," I had told my niece last night, establishing a link between her and last night's dream?<br /> I am still thinking about Homeland's bearing on my niece (or on me, in regard to her) – or waiting for my muse to tell me what I think.Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-55913196028181401152016-06-10T07:34:17.776-04:002016-06-10T07:34:17.776-04:00Dream notes night of June 9-10
I was cold when...Dream notes night of June 9-10<br /> I was cold when I awoke at I think a little after midnight. I hadn't worn a shirt because warm was forecast.<br /> Some sort of competitive presentation had been going on in Dreamland. It seemed to have been collegial, even moderated. A conversation had just been going on in which I had struggled to speak – not to speak so much as to remember the names I was trying to remember to say what I wanted to say. The struggle had been frustrating, even painful, "psychically."<br /> And now, semi-awake, too cold to go dictate, I really, really wanted to remember what the presentations had been about.<br /> But the struggle to remember was just as fierce, just as painful, and no more successful – I have nothing to report.<br /> However, I do have surmises. As much as is remembered of this dream and its immediate aftermath suggests to me that I fear memory loss and that the loss is real and happening and probably worsening.<br /> Coincidentally (?), a little while ago (as I finish this note after breakfasting and cleaning up the kitchen), I saw a Facebook notification of conversation about an old photograph of a former colleague and friend who was a founding editor of Moristotle & Co. He had, many years ago, predicted that my body would remain sound, beyond the unraveling of my mental faculties. "Colleague"..."collegial."Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-33979252080524523602016-06-09T21:35:07.192-04:002016-06-09T21:35:07.192-04:00About to go to bed, to sleep, perchance to dream.....About to go to bed, to sleep, perchance to dream....Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-39415389707000289902016-06-09T08:04:41.338-04:002016-06-09T08:04:41.338-04:00Dream notes night of June 8-9
A very quiet night, ...Dream notes night of June 8-9<br />A very quiet night, dream-wise. Somebody seemed to be taking the night off.<br /> But I did have a productive half-waking dream about an x-point scale for rating or describing the intensity or memorability of dreams. But rather than share that dream here, please let me devote a column to it, as soon as I can manage.Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-5476825997809337272016-06-09T03:38:51.097-04:002016-06-09T03:38:51.097-04:00You're absolutely right! Internal change is al...You're absolutely right! Internal change is always effective when we're ready and willing. Joyous, interesting and surprisingly fast too, in most cases! The result at times brings tribute to the saying, "What a difference a day makes."Vic M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06736914347731234718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-28832399023025472852016-06-08T19:43:44.065-04:002016-06-08T19:43:44.065-04:00Right on! Don't struggle or push, but do show ...Right on! Don't struggle or push, but <i>do</i> show with some passion and intensity that we are vitally interested and open. Sort of "ask and receive."Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-5038718420192064392016-06-08T18:42:31.748-04:002016-06-08T18:42:31.748-04:00Isn't it interesting how things sometimes &quo...Isn't it interesting how things sometimes "come to us" when we don't struggle or push (control?) to seek them out? Vic M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06736914347731234718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-28488039849273462942016-06-08T11:07:47.403-04:002016-06-08T11:07:47.403-04:00Dream notes night of June 7-8
Before I went to...Dream notes night of June 7-8<br /> Before I went to bed last night, I received an email from a friend: "I gotta wonder if pushing yourself to 'up and record' is really worth it. Especially as you don't really want to. Don't make yourself more 'nuts' then you are, I say. Sleep is important and good. Knowing will come if it's important enough."<br /> l replied: "THAT may be just the rationalization I was looking for! Now I'll just wait to see what I feel like doing...."<br /> Okay. When I came awake for the first time last night with a clearer impression than usual of a lengthy dream I had been having, I was actually half-inclined (or maybe a quarter-inclined) to go dictate it. But, as I rationalized the inclination away, I rested somewhat assured that I probably really DID want to record notes – just not tonight.<br /> The dream had the feel of a slow, English detective story – a small group of adults, of which I was one (if not all of them), were settling into a visit to a rural enclave (it could have been an island, but no shore was evident). A man not in "our group" had appeared and given no sign of being anything but another normal adult (like all of "us" were).<br /> And then he reappeared and announced that an investigation had just been opened, which was the point at which I awoke and realized that the dream had been an "English detective story."<br /> Having written that, I can easily understand (or conjecture) that these dreams I have been sampling have indeed been "investigations" or portents of revelations about myself.<br /> And the fact that "an investigation had just been opened" (but not really gotten into yet) seemed to confirm that it was just as well I hadn't made the effort last night to go into a far room and dictate notes. <br /> But tonight might be another story, as the investigation proceeds....Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-49951517863062072622016-06-07T08:19:26.160-04:002016-06-07T08:19:26.160-04:00Another dream seemed (vaguely now) to involve an i...Another dream seemed (vaguely now) to involve an insurance claim, and I immediately had a half-waking dream of a sort of "Thor's Day" quip. Suppose my house were destroyed in a storm and, when I filed a claim, the insurance company declined to pay because the storm was an "act of God." I wondered (again not sleep-dreaming, but half-awake dreaming) how that could be a just response, because "God" did not exist....Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-17132389657528876992016-06-07T07:48:53.878-04:002016-06-07T07:48:53.878-04:00Dream notes night of June 6-7
Again, last nigh...Dream notes night of June 6-7<br /> Again, last night, I awoke, this time multiple times, with dreams in progress, but dreams this time of which I had more detailed memory. However, as I said, "again", I was not motivated to get up out of bed and record detailed notes.<br /> While it is tempting to spend my words here now exploring "why," I am able to see that that would be a desertion from the point. So, what can I remember now?<br /> In one dream I seemed to be back in my home of origin – well, not quite – it was a home, and I was younger, but it was no home I literally recognized. The main character, other than myself – and I am cautioned to consider that every character is myself – was a man, a friend of the family, a relative? He seemed intent on me, on acquainting himself with me better. And now, put like that, it is elementary to suppose that this was a dream about exploring myself, discovering something. About. Myself. Period.<br /> In another dream, also in a house – it seemed to be my house more or less now – we had a leak. The main leak, and a subsidiary leak. And we were trying to stanch it, fix the leak and – oh my gosh, this seems to be the same subject....<br /> A possibly – no, of course certainly– significant detail of this second dream was that to fix the leak – just the secondary leak – was going to be expensive. My wife, who was in on the project and called someone to inquire, reported that the device that would fix it would cost $7300. Perhaps someone reading this account will be able to suggest what that number might portend. At the moment I have no association that throws light on the subject.Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-91992683799716611872016-06-06T21:57:12.482-04:002016-06-06T21:57:12.482-04:00In reflecting on that "grotesque face," ...In reflecting on that "grotesque face," I wonder now whether the import of the dream was what incapacitated me and prevented me from remembering the dream or even taking notes on what little Ii might remember?Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-89010772660178773602016-06-06T21:41:55.409-04:002016-06-06T21:41:55.409-04:00Dream notes night of June 5-6
I was so torpid ...Dream notes night of June 5-6<br /> I was so torpid each time I woke up that, even though I was somnolently aware of having been dreaming, I couldn't marshal sufficient mental or physical powers to pursue them. It was sad, especially the second time, when the image of a fairly grotesque human face spoke directly to me. If I could have managed at the time, I think I could have quoted what was uttered. But it's 17 or more hours later at this point, bedtime again....Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-90479982077421330652016-06-06T07:28:09.700-04:002016-06-06T07:28:09.700-04:00Yes, it is highly likely it is as simple as that. ...Yes, it is highly likely it is as simple as that. Sickem! Growing differently is the pay off. I like "growing" and "different". I can tell you do too.Vic M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06736914347731234718noreply@blogger.com