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Posted 01/26/09 - 4:35 PM:

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hi nihil,

did you get the sense the artist was trying to create art out of his own body? was the triangle in his chest upside down or right side up?

sounds like a very sad dream.


It was sad.

The artist was using his body as a canvas but he seemed to have lost himself, so he was no longer aware of himself as 'being an artist doing art.' He was rather hallowed out by a need to push boundaries.

I can't remember precisely that it was a triangle exactly but symmetrical cuts were common on his body and there was definitely a part in his middle where you could see through to the other side.

Now I am strongly reminded of those figures who seek out cosmetic surgery until they no longer look natural and we have an immediate idea of what they have done to themselves.

In the dream however the figure borders on being supernatural or magical (witch or demon who was once a man).
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Posted 01/26/09 - 9:36 PM:

RBH wrote:
...making the dream feel very linear.

how so?

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Posted 01/26/09 - 10:34 PM:

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Had an interesting nightmare.

I was on vacation, traveling near a sparsely populated coast. My destination was a stretch of beach notorious for rare sightings of famous people who had disappeared (retired) and had turned into recluses and crackpots.

A few other spectators, tourists, were there beside me, but they were unusual types of people -- a kind with strange tastes who go to weird and perhaps even dangerous places for an experience.

As I was walking a man or woman notified me that that he/she sighted Mr. So and So, apparently a really famous artist decades ago. As I approached I was taken aback and my stomach turned.

This once artist was almost completely nude and not very human looking. His torso was stretched vertically and there was a triangular slash or hole in his chest. The overall affect was that he was modifying his body in an extreme way but there was no reason or sanity left in him. It was as if he transgressed the limits of art entirely and was at the mercy of some terrible force which consumed him.

There was the impression that the man once had true celebrity status. Then there was the shock seeing what he had become given his history, and the near inability to believe that it was the same man. Disgust was also felt when I become aware of myself and the other who came to view this creature; it felt wrong.

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It was sad.

The artist was using his body as a canvas but he seemed to have lost himself, so he was no longer aware of himself as 'being an artist doing art.' He was rather hallowed out by a need to push boundaries.

I can't remember precisely that it was a triangle exactly but symmetrical cuts were common on his body and there was definitely a part in his middle where you could see through to the other side.

Now I am strongly reminded of those figures who seek out cosmetic surgery until they no longer look natural and we have an immediate idea of what they have done to themselves.

In the dream however the figure borders on being supernatural or magical (witch or demon who was once a man).

hi nihil,

the themes of your dream remind me a lot of the themes of b.mellow's play that he posted here sometime ago:

Drink Your Bloody Coffee: [For the Producers]

i would say that your dream expresses some well-founded fears in connection with being an artist, namely concerning exploitation: not only of one's own self, but also by others who are more concerned with status than respect for what the artist suffered in his life and had come to express through his art.

you could think of it as a fable, the moral of the story being that it warrants caution for any artist to avoid crossing that line where one becomes hollow-hearted like the hole in the man's chest, having lost sight of the joy and satisfaction of art for its own sake, in the midst of his vainly dogged pursuit of immortality. (perhaps this is how he became "stretched" out.) as a demon, he's a symbol of what it means to be enslaved.

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Now I am strongly reminded of those figures who seek out cosmetic surgery until they no longer look natural and we have an immediate idea of what they have done to themselves.

i would say it's the same basic psychology at work. mutilation of the self out of attachment to an impermanent state, a desperate struggle against one's own mortality.

another basic kind of enslavement which i think bears mentioning in connection to art is that of addiction, which is not necessarily centered around a fear of mortality and may simply be fueled by the desperate need to escape any kind of pain, whether physical or emotional. as a corollary point to the moral of the story, i think it behooves any artist to be aware of that line between passion and addiction.

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Posted 01/27/09 - 1:08 AM:

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how so?

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I guess what I was trying to say is that usually my dreams take place in more than one spot, but this one made me feel like I was stuck in this house and there was nothing beyond the area that this house was in.peace
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Posted 01/27/09 - 9:58 AM:

R.I.P Bill Hicks wrote:
I guess what I was trying to say is that usually my dreams take place in more than one spot, but this one made me feel like I was stuck in this house and there was nothing beyond the area that this house was in.peace

ah. i will give it some thought and come back in a few days to share an interpretation. smiling face
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Posted 01/29/09 - 2:43 PM:

R.I.P Bill Hicks wrote:
I had a pretty crazy dream last night and i can not make any sence of it maybe somebody here can.

In this dream I was living in a big house.The backyard was full of overgrown grass that made a transition to big bushes, that went up to at least twelve feet high, this made everything beyond that impossible to see, making the dream feel very linear.

I lived in this house with many other residents. I heard rumors from everyone that marilyn monroe use to live in the upstairs part of the house but it was locked up, and no one was allowed up there.

The house was very nice and every thing was clean and organized, but as I was sitting in my room, I started focusing on a few particles of light that were coming through the floor, as I gazed at the light I noticed that the floor had rusty nails coming through it, and the planks of wood were warped and discolored, after seeing this I left my room and it seemed as if no one was there, it looked as if the house had been empty for years. For some reason at that time I remembered marilyn monroe and I thought I had it all figured out but I cant remember what it was.

hi RBH,

i would propose that the house is a metaphor for yourself. the overgrown grass in the backyard may represent smoking pot, also known as grass or weed, as you know. the grass or bushes are getting high, perhaps "getting high" is keeping you from being able to see what is out there in the world beyond.

the big question for me here is what does marilyn monroe symbolize to you? is she a sex symbol to you, as she is seen traditionally by many? or maybe she represents the tragic story of a young woman who suffered dearly and ultimately paid with her life for being treated as an object rather than a human being. (in this latter vein, the story of gia carangi also comes to mind.)

it may be that marilyn symbolizes the vulnerability that comes with letting your light shine for the world to see and consume. it's an understandable fear - i think the idea of it goes together with the themes of nihil's dream of the tortured artist (see post #309 above). people become obsessed with fame, glamour, power, status - and fail to see the human being beneath the icon. maybe this is why she's locked away upstairs in your metaphorical house.

i would say that the dream house being nice, clean and organized, and housing a number of different people, indicates that you're a warm person who gets along well with others, and has a good sense of internal order. meanwhile in the dream, your focus on the floor beneath you seems to indicate an emotional self-examination taking place right now in your life ("upstairs" traditionally symbolizing the intellectual realm, "downstairs" traditionally representing the emotional or spiritual realm).

particles of light coming through the floorboard indicate enlightenment, but the warped floorboards with nails coming through indicate perceived danger in the emotional realm. finding that the house is empty of everyone indicates to me that you feel isolated now. perhaps you feel a desire to connect to the world, to express the light you feel within, but are reminded of "marilyn" locked away upstairs and thus are maybe holding back.

keep in mind that a house may represent a number of different things, and marilyn monroe may have different meanings for you. these are just a few thoughts based on my own experiences.

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Posted 01/30/09 - 3:53 PM:

libertygrl wrote:


hi nihil,

the themes of your dream remind me a lot of the themes of b.mellow's play that he posted here sometime ago:



I found it very much resembling Franz Kafka's A Hunger Artist.

Wikipedia wrote:

The story opens with a description of an old-fashioned hunger or fasting-artist, who spends his time on public display, a caged spectacle starving for a cause or for art. He lives his life there, with ribs protruding, allowing young children to look, poke, and fear his awe, strength, and courage. However, there has been a large decline in these fasting-artists in recent decades.

...

The artist leaves his manager and is downgraded to a traveling circus attraction, where he believes, in vain, that he can return to the limelight by fasting for an impossible length of time. The lack of interest in fasting prompts the circus manager to put his cage in a corner, where crowds pass by, only interested in seeing the menagerie beyond his cage. At the circus the hunger artist continues the fast far beyond his previous forty-day record, but no one pays him or his record any attention.

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Posted 01/31/09 - 6:52 PM:

B. Mellows play was great, very nice.

lib wrote:
another basic kind of enslavement which i think bears mentioning in connection to art is that of addiction, which is not necessarily centered around a fear of mortality and may simply be fueled by the desperate need to escape any kind of pain, whether physical or emotional.


Some of the episodes of Intervention shock me in the manner as the figure, especially in terms of denial. The dream figure conveyed hopelessness, and appeared less human than Golem from the LOTR. It isn't that this was the case from his point of view, if he had one. He was alive despite his condition.

Spindlework wrote:
I found it very much resembling Franz Kafka's A Hunger Artist.


Kafka's Hunger Artist has more dignity about him because he works for someone and desires an audience. The guy in my dream might have well been an animal.

It is interesting though that the Hunger Artist's cage is replaced with an animal after he dies and leading up to his death he is put beside the circus menagerie, where the audience is drawn.

If I'm the spectator I don't believe I was consciously searching for an animal, but part of the attraction was a sense of danger that one seldom feels around a sane person.
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Posted 03/19/09 - 11:36 AM:

I'm a passenger in a car as my (imaginary) friend drives. We're headed to the Carmichael Public Library and are only a few blocks away, but a car a ways behind us keeps honking its horn as though it's stuck in the honk position.

"Pull over and stop", I say. "Just wait until it's gone. I can't take the noise."

My friend turns off to the right, drives over grass and finally out into a shopping center parking lot which is nowhere near there, but I guess is on the dream map. At this point the car transforms into a motorcycle, which is too small, so we get off and walk.

We walk out of the parking lot, up the street and into an underground cave lit by candles which serves as a mosque. I walk the length of the cave ignoring the serene Buddhist-like Islamic monks, and as I see the light of the exit ahead Kant's voice rings in my head: "Reason has insight only into that which it produces after a pattern of its own." The insight from Kant shakes me a bit and gets me thinking about whether this is reality or illusion.

My friend and I climb up out of the cave into a suburban backyard (of the house I grew up in). He stops to gather some water in his hands and sprinkle it down on the cave exit below, creating mud. He chants something about purifying the mud to ensure that reason can function. It's a common ritual performed whenever one leaves the underground mosque, which by the way is quite well disguised as an ugly shallow hole in the ground.

Anyhow, my friend wanders away to the left somewhere and I head right. I push back the branches and enter the area along the fence behind the big redwood tree. It's here that I can pay my solemn atheistic respects at the possible (through controversial) grave of Jesus. Seeing the freshly turned Earth I muse that it looks like he was buried this week, not thousands of years ago.

At last I leave Jesus behind and come out the other side of the big redwood tree. My dad sees me coming out, and asks me what I was doing back there.

"The only reason to be here is if you're one of those crazies who thinks Jesus was buried in California," he says.

"There's no harm in it," I respond, "and there are sometimes other things to see."

"Yeah," he softens, "like the space shuttle right now."

He points up. I follow the point. I don't see the space shuttle, but I see a big shadow of a jumbo jet on a cloud as dusk approaches, which is almost as satisfying.

Edited by Paul on 03/19/09 - 11:41 AM
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Posted 03/19/09 - 12:48 PM:

interesting! it strikes me as your subconscious mind working to integrate some perceptions of religion. did you have this dream recently? i'll think about it over the weekend & share some more thoughts on monday, maybe sunday evening.

pondering...
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Posted 03/19/09 - 1:07 PM:

This morning. I figure it was influenced somewhat by the article you sent me. Plus, of course, Mohammad went into the cave to hear God... so it's only natural that when I go into the cave I hear Kant. sticking out tongue

I also see an underlying element of seeking peace and quiet, with the library and avoiding the horn and then the quiet religious retreats. That makes sense given my week.

Edited by Paul on 03/19/09 - 1:13 PM
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Posted 03/23/09 - 8:29 PM:

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I'm a passenger in a car as my (imaginary) friend drives. We're headed to the Carmichael Public Library and are only a few blocks away, but a car a ways behind us keeps honking its horn as though it's stuck in the honk position.

"Pull over and stop", I say. "Just wait until it's gone. I can't take the noise."

My friend turns off to the right, drives over grass and finally out into a shopping center parking lot which is nowhere near there, but I guess is on the dream map. At this point the car transforms into a motorcycle, which is too small, so we get off and walk.

We walk out of the parking lot, up the street and into an underground cave lit by candles which serves as a mosque. I walk the length of the cave ignoring the serene Buddhist-like Islamic monks, and as I see the light of the exit ahead Kant's voice rings in my head: "Reason has insight only into that which it produces after a pattern of its own." The insight from Kant shakes me a bit and gets me thinking about whether this is reality or illusion.

My friend and I climb up out of the cave into a suburban backyard (of the house I grew up in). He stops to gather some water in his hands and sprinkle it down on the cave exit below, creating mud. He chants something about purifying the mud to ensure that reason can function. It's a common ritual performed whenever one leaves the underground mosque, which by the way is quite well disguised as an ugly shallow hole in the ground.

Anyhow, my friend wanders away to the left somewhere and I head right. I push back the branches and enter the area along the fence behind the big redwood tree. It's here that I can pay my solemn atheistic respects at the possible (through controversial) grave of Jesus. Seeing the freshly turned Earth I muse that it looks like he was buried this week, not thousands of years ago.

At last I leave Jesus behind and come out the other side of the big redwood tree. My dad sees me coming out, and asks me what I was doing back there.

"The only reason to be here is if you're one of those crazies who thinks Jesus was buried in California," he says.

"There's no harm in it," I respond, "and there are sometimes other things to see."

"Yeah," he softens, "like the space shuttle right now."

He points up. I follow the point. I don't see the space shuttle, but I see a big shadow of a jumbo jet on a cloud as dusk approaches, which is almost as satisfying.

hey paul,

masculine and feminine archetypes are something i mention pretty frequently in my dream interpretations. essentially it’s a simple way of classifying any sort of duality; men and women both have masculine and feminine qualities in the archetypal sense. just my standard disclaimer so as not to be confused with speaking of being male or female.

masculinity is traditionally associated with ego, logic, science, action and aggression. by contrast, femininity is traditionally associated with emotionality, spirituality, passivity and surrender. the right side traditionally represents masculinity whereas the left traditionally represents femininity.

i’d also like to mention that spirituality and religiosity are 2 very different things in my perception. religion is founded on certain aspects of spirituality but most often, it also has a lot of dogma tied up into it which is to me a more masculine trait than feminine one, and as such is a stark departure from spirituality. to me, spirituality is about trusting how you feel, which can mean trusting the validity of your intuition or your emotions, even or especially in the absence of rational explanations. belief in god is not a necessary component of spirituality.

so, all this having been said, it seems to me that the dream expresses a certain degree of spiritual development on your part. i think this arises naturally out of the need for quiet. masculinity is very much about doing and searching and conquering and categorizing and labeling and explaining. femininity is about going with the flow and accepting things as they are.

the dream opens with a friend driving and you are the passenger. the friend is male, but imaginary, and as he is seated on the left (feminine), driving, i would interpret the friend as an embodiment of your intuition. (note that his eventual exit is to the left while you head right.)

the car honking in the background strikes me as an expression from your subconscious (subconscious in the sense that is coming from behind you, from a source not visible to you), objecting to your plan to absorb more information at the library. in other words, it forces you to divert yourself from the intellectual path into uncharted terrain, as symbolized by driving over the grass (diverting from the traditional route) into the shopping center parking lot.

the parking lot itself strikes me as representing a transitory state of consciousness. basically it’s a place for you to leave your vehicle (literally usually, but in this case figuratively); i would interpret the transformation of the car (a man-made vehicle and tool) into a motorcycle and its eventual disappearance altogether as a relinquishing of the ego.

hence you descend into the “mosque”, descension symbolizing a foray into the realm of the spiritual and emotional. the earth and redwood tree, as natural elements, are also manifestations of a “natural”, spiritual state. your dream character demonstrates a sort of detached respect for the various rituals you observe, a sentiment which carries on into your consideration of jesus’ grave.

as you emerge from the experience, you encounter your father, who embodies the masculine voice of your consciousness, questioning the validity of spiritual experience, to which you respond that no harm was done and that it served the spirit of exploration. essentially a reconciliation between the masculine and feminine aspects.

i would say that the space shuttle, or jet, represents the achievements of science, which still maintain your highest regard.

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My dream started when I woke up.
Its morning. Im at my grandparents (in Mexico) and I get out of bed. I go to the door and turn left. There is family ive never seen before and I got to greet them. They are all females. I greet them normaly and when I go to the last one, who is about my age, our eyes meet and I feel something sensual between us. She says, "Come outside and play with us."
I do. They are skateboards and I´m running right beside them. We go to a green park. The one I make eye contact with jumps off her board and jumps over a deep grassy ditch and on to her board at the other side. I was amazed and kept running beside them.
They ride to a street in my home town in Wisconsin, and turn into a driveway to use the tools in a shed. I turn around because I think its wrong and I see that this is the street where my ex (who I still have feelings for) use to live. I walk towards her house but turn around back to the driveway. I see a classmate walk out of the driveway with skateboards under her arm. This girl allways lands major roles in school plays. I turn her around and say to drop the boards. Im holding her up with I knife and she punches my face. I punch her back and we stare at eachother. We begin makeing out and having sex. As I lay on the ground with her stardeling me, I realize we are in the old house of my ex that I mentioned earlyer. I look at my hand and It caught a spider web. A large yellow brownish spider begings crawling towards my hand. I try to shake it off hystericly but to no avail. It isnt untill its an inch away from my hand that I try to slap it away with my other hand. It falls on the bed Im sleeping on and crawls under the sheets. I ball up the sheets and push them away from me. It this point I look around and see that Im in my grandparents room sitting up on the bed, awake.
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Posted 07/01/09 - 4:40 PM:

MrMario wrote:
Im holding her up with I knife

how so? thanks
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Posted 07/03/09 - 11:51 AM:

Im just holding it infront of her. More of a shanking grab then a downward stab. Right Hand.

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Posted 07/04/09 - 8:32 PM:

hi mario,

i'll give it some thought.

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My dream started when I woke up.
Its morning. Im at my grandparents (in Mexico) and I get out of bed. I go to the door and turn left. There is family ive never seen before and I got to greet them. They are all females. I greet them normaly and when I go to the last one, who is about my age, our eyes meet and I feel something sensual between us. She says, "Come outside and play with us."
I do. They are skateboards and I´m running right beside them. We go to a green park. The one I make eye contact with jumps off her board and jumps over a deep grassy ditch and on to her board at the other side. I was amazed and kept running beside them.
They ride to a street in my home town in Wisconsin, and turn into a driveway to use the tools in a shed. I turn around because I think its wrong and I see that this is the street where my ex (who I still have feelings for) use to live. I walk towards her house but turn around back to the driveway. I see a classmate walk out of the driveway with skateboards under her arm. This girl allways lands major roles in school plays. I turn her around and say to drop the boards. Im holding her up with I knife and she punches my face. I punch her back and we stare at eachother. We begin makeing out and having sex. As I lay on the ground with her stardeling me, I realize we are in the old house of my ex that I mentioned earlyer. I look at my hand and It caught a spider web. A large yellow brownish spider begings crawling towards my hand. I try to shake it off hystericly but to no avail. It isnt untill its an inch away from my hand that I try to slap it away with my other hand. It falls on the bed Im sleeping on and crawls under the sheets. I ball up the sheets and push them away from me. It this point I look around and see that Im in my grandparents room sitting up on the bed, awake.

hi mario,

there are a lot of aspects in this dream about exploring the feminine archetype which, as you may recall, is about emotionality, spirituality, and surrender.

i would interpret the part about being at your grandparents house in mexico as connecting to a part of your history that you don't normally think about, or that maybe you've closed yourself off to in the past that you're recently becoming more aware of.

stream-of-consciousness writing is a very spiritual/emotional activity, because it involves just letting yourself go with the flow and accepting whatever comes out. i would suggest that your recent experiments in stream-of-consciousness have stimulated the feminine aspect of your personality.

in your dream, you wake up and go to the left; again left symbolizes the feminine archetype. you encounter a family of females and find yourself attracted to one of them, making out & having sex with her on top. all of these aspects express an exploration of the feminine archetype.

the part about the knife, and the punching each other, expresses conflict, that you are still struggling with letting go of something. spiders and their webs are symbols of fate, and can often represent a feeling of being trapped by the consequences of choices you've made in the past. it suggests to me that there's something in your past that you're beginning to become more aware of, something that is difficult to face.

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Posted 08/02/09 - 8:04 AM:

Actually, the cousin I was attracted to in the begining and the girl I had sex with were different.

Also, Do I have some sort of problem with my femininity or am I subconsiously sexist?

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Posted 08/05/09 - 5:16 PM:

claro hombre, estoy contenta de poder ayudar.

latin american culture has a lot of gender biases, so it is certainly possible that you've been conditioned with some prejudices against femininity. but to be honest, i think it's something that a lot of people struggle with in western culture. there is a prevalent attitude that "rational" is good, "emotional" is bad. people don't like the idea of feeling out of control. especially in recent centuries with scientific development, rationality and logic have secured a prominent place in people's perceptions. emotionality is an area that a lot of people unfortunately tend to expect from women and be intolerant of in men. as an artist, though, especially as a writer, i think there's more of a need or challenge to get in touch with one's emotionality in order to express art that is true to yourself.
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Posted 11/26/09 - 11:43 PM:

Another dream:

The setting is a small isolated city with an outlying suburb. It was filled with average citizens, consumers, who all go about the business of living.

A military research lab exists under a traffic overpass. Every night a cavalcade of trucks stops near the lab and unloads a bunch of people: scientists in white lab coats and other personal dressed in militia gear. They go about working with all kinds of sophisticated machinery in this lab. There is a big central module which looks like Bobafet's ship.

The night activity in and about the place is a major point of curiosity for regular citizens. Everyone is allowed to go into the lab and look around freely. Despite this public openness none of the regular citizens knows for sure what the lab and its functionaries are doing except in a very roundabout way. Even though many citizens are curious about this activity and what it potentially means for them they are nonviolent and do not engage their curiosity beyond the most modest of limits. The city's people are much too passive for their own good. I'd go as far as to say they are all fatalists.

It is only by word of mouth that anyone ever finds out what the lab means. Stories are passed around that the module in the lab is piece of a weapon of mass destruction designed to level the nearby city. This idea becomes very popular and becomes part of a social truth but no one does anything about it. Their belief carries no concept of meaningful control to the degree that even though the people believe in an impending doom the collective social atmosphere treats it ambivalently: mass death is possibly true, so their hearts tell them, but what does such truth matter if it is immutable.

I'm sort of the archetypal citizen in the dream. The basic fatal sentiment is felt through me. There is a friend in the dream who believes that we are going to die and joins a group who camp out at the module thinking it will be the epicenter of a vast explosion. I feel sad and try to tell him to stay in the city but he is willful and almost enthusiastic about what is going to happen.

Then one day there is a noise issuing from the lab that wakes up the city. The module under the overpass is resonating with immense energy. There is metal sphere out in the sky. The weapon is divided into two parts. I get the impression that the module on the ground accumulates energy and when it reaches a certain level transfers it to the sphere in the sky, initiating a explosion.

Then I witness the explosion from the window of a tall building. The floating sphere does indeed blow up. It is the seed of a brilliant circle of light that grows then turns black. A wave of flame and black smoke races toward the city and engulfs it.

Many of those in the city survive but look haggered, injured and poverty stricken. Others look like they have become half animal. I feel a moment of pride for my friend who camped out at and sublimed with others at the epicenter.

That is the end.




Edited by Nihil Loc on 11/28/09 - 9:40 PM
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Posted 11/28/09 - 12:31 AM:

hi nihil,

very cool, thanks for sharing this. it would make a great short story. i find it reminiscent of vonnegut. i have some other thoughts to share on it but i think i'll ponder the symbolism a bit more. will come back to it after the weekend...

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Im sitting at a medium sized wooden desk in an empty room. It actually a study that you would imagine a rich person having. Only the shelves are completly empty and the desk near some windows in the back. I'm not looking out the windows, but I know its dark and autumn, and I'm facing the front of the room where there is just a door in the middle of this blank white wall. Above the door is a clock that doesn't tick. Just an analogue clock with a green circle around it. At the desk there is an open, worn, notebook that I have written in, but, its all just incoherent drug influenced bullshit (this was my thought in the dream). I rub my face in frustration, and when I look back up, two women are standing in front of the desk. The clock is perfectly placed in between both of their heads in the background. One at a time I look at each of them one, then focus on the clock. I say, I cant wait anymore, I should'nt have to wait, I waited for too long. The two women look at me coldly and viciously as I break down and cry all over the desk.
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Posted 12/02/09 - 12:27 AM:

hi fellas, still pondering.

i googled boba fett's ship to see what it looks like. found the following images:



for me it conjures the idea of a person wearing armor. without distinct legs, though, and with the "arms" spread out, it also reminds me of an angelic pose. or a crucifix. more thoughts on this forthcoming...

mario: which woman did you look at first, the one on the left or the one on the right?
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I think the dream refers to the anxiety caused by the destructive consequences global warming as well as population growth and a host of other sociopolitical issues. We live in rapidly changing and uncertain times; though I wish I could be sure this is a widespread feeling rather than personal angst, I don't know.

The being, man and woman, the human race, reacts.
A threat to the species looms on the horizon,
Inextricably bound to a kind of first world being:

Being in the pains of its contemporary gratification,
Its unconsciousness.
Embeddedness in the nature of a greater collective momentum.

We become through the
ceaseless function of our own drive to consume.

This here is outrageous, nihilistic freedom. Burning burning burning
fuel, to feed the engine of our own destruction, to imprint ego, express.

A suicidal energy expenditure is the being, what we are.

The Boba Fett ship does remind me of a cross, a space craft and a coffin.

Humanity's Death Escape.



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cool interpretation, nihil thumb up

the sky traditionally symbolizes the intellectual realm, so the metal sphere in the sky could represent a focal point of energy that is being drawn from the dynamic activity of existence in the mundane world. a thought process pregnant with impending manifestation. the accumulation of potential which, left to its own devices, will inevitably obliterate the established structure which precipitated it. the essence of this metaphor may be observed in action in any number of literal situations.

the military research lab is located under an overpass, and its primary activity takes place at night, so that gives me the impression of subconscious events, stuff that is going on just beyond the awareness of the inhabitants. the overpass itself could symbolize the routine of daily life which has become so effortlessly engaging that it appears to make no difference whether one should divert from it. it calls to mind the futility of sisyphus and yet, you (or the narrator) come(s) to appreciate the sense of achievement evoked by your friend's decision to align his emotional path with fate. thus, something transcendent seemed to arise from it in the end. (at least from my perspective.)

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