:: Closing Time ::

:: Wednesday, February 12, 2003 ::

I lucid dream all the time - I wouldn't say once a week, but at least once a month, by sheer chance. Realistically, they're coming less often now because my body is a lot more stressed and I don't get as much good sleep as I'd like - plus i've been having trouble sleeping even when I give myself lots of time. But I do lucid dream.

The craziest part for me is that any time I'm doing it, I -know- I'm dreaming. And I can only control myself - never the world around me, but it's like Matrix style.... anything I think I can do, I can do. I usually don't reach that level, because I still think like a normal person in my concious unconcious. I'll still instinctively react like a normal person, but then when I know I'm dreaming I'll take risks I never should, and fuck up things, and jump off of cliffs and shit, except when I'm going to hit the ground or when I'm suddenly being attacked, or I'm in pain, and I'm not having fun with my dreams anymore I just say "time to go" to myself and open my eyes, and in that moment, only that moment, I can feel the full superpower of my mind. Because in that moment I'm concious and unconcious, and my brain is running on all cylinders.

Your fork experiment puzzles me. Intrigues me. Fundamentally I believe it's possible, even rational, because of my theory on fate that I've explained here (Maxwell's Demon) before... but it just strikes me as unfathomable, because I think somebody else would have done it by now. Shown it. Proven it. But maybe you're the one, the one fated to bring it out to the world, to show the world reality. Doesn't surprise me that you're a damn good baseball player, because think about - think about the only way it's PHYSICALLY possible that you bent that fork without "touching it."

Suppose theorhetically you had a stick - a baseball bat - about ten atoms thick. Suppose you had super speed, and super perception, beyond anything "possible." You could whack around the atoms in the air and bang them off that fork, and bend it. Wham, wham, wham. Well, suppose somehow you did that subconciously. And you just sent waves of pressure throught the air at that one prong. It's possible. But only somebody with the kind of focus and perception it takes to hit a ball that's travelling past you at 90 miles and hour 400 feet could do it.

One of these days, I may do my own fork experiment. Only problem is, there's NOWHERE on campus I can think of where I could have the space free of distractions to focus. I'd like to hear what comes of your work though.


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On other notes of pure blogging linkage.

Liz Cooney. Liz, fucking, Cooney. Of all the people I NEVER expected to read the writing of. Pretty damn cool, although I haven't read enough to get a sense of her. I wonder if she's read this. I always did want to get to know her... something about her intrigued me way back when I was "friends" with her brother. I could always tell there was a lot under the surface that most people couldn't get at because she didn't share, and I wanted to get at it.

On a side note, and a strange one, I know a girl named Jill Cooney here who I could have SWORN was family with them, she looks just like them, but I asked Jill and she has no family that she knows of around Massachusetts, and no family Liz Andrew and Caroline. Oh well... but goddamnit if she's not related.

what a wacky blog!
:: Peter 12:05 AM [+] ::
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