July 11, 2005
On the sleepy road, to nowhere that I have not gone before..
Anna says “sleep is good, it’s free and it keeps you out of bother” she is truly wise beyond her years.
The bed looked like a war zone when I got up - pillows everywhere, quilt on the floor, sleeping under the mattress cover sheet at 90 degree’s to where I started - I travelled during my dreams last night I think - no distinct memory of as to where, but I can lucidly remember conversations with people I haven’t seen or heard from for years - and they seem like proper memories.
I wonder if dreams are similar to when you are in a coma - just like the book by Alex Garland titled the same - running around unconsciously creating scenario’s and people - all of whom act as though they are free thinking individuals but in fact are actually formed based on what your experience of their company leads you to think they are like - I probably dream of places I have been, if indeed I ever dream of being in a specific location - or I construct new places with the building blocks of familiar places from memory - when I dreamed of the space station , the interior looked like the inside of the Hanoi Hilton hotel, Derriford hospital in Plymouth and the beginning bit from Star Wars - all blended together.
Once in a while I dream of Kirsty - a girl who twisted my melon in many ways back when I was a proper kaneheads kompanion at the age of 17 or 18 - I dream she is exactly as she was when I knew her - but in fact she had many faces, not all of which I saw - and in my dreams she is just as I personally remember her - not even as I would like to remember her - very much different things - but when she speaks or takes actions, she does so based on what I unconsciously imagine she would do in such a situation - she is not really there. Like in Solaris when George Clooney’s wife turns up and he realises that he is interacting with his memory of her - not the real deal.
Dreams and Drugs are often talked of in the same sentence - the time we tripped and walked back home at dawn after spending the last 6 hours laughing at nothing - quite exhausting that - laughing continuously for that amount of time - I looked up and proclaimed the sky to look like Battenberg Cake - which it obviously wasn’t - sky cannot be cake - but my eyes were playing tricks on me - same as they were when I thought a person span past me on the dancefloor sitting on a wheeled office chair - or when the DJ arrived inside the club driving a Chevrolet, waved, hopped over the side door and ran up to start his set.....
......but for me, the mind had a check list of possible things the eyes were telling they saw - and the wrong box was ticked - information from eyes HQ said - ”crowd parting - two bright lights from bar area - man jumping down onto dance floor waving” - the mind was not at its best and processed the info to say the DJ was in an open top Chevrolet, whose headlights I saw, as he hopped the car door, rather than the step to the floor - seemed reasonable at the time.
But that is about perception of reality based on what you see and hear rather than perception of what you actually think - the information from your senses plays a game of Chinese whispers on the way to the mind - who can blame you? your mind was being fed jumbled info - what other conclusion could you be expected to come to?....
....she actually said ”where is my coat” - not ”how is it that otters float” - that’s why she looks confused about you talking about otters for five minutes - but she’s fucked too and now is starting to get accidentally interested - no longer cares about the coat - what more can you tell her about woodland creatures?....
....Dreams are created by how you perceive people and places to really be, based on information stored in your mind.
Which is why I occasionally dream of Kirsty and wake up thinking how good it was to see her again.
I hope that I meet her again one day and realise the answer as to whether what everyone else told me was true…
....That she was a bit of a nut job who didn’t really give a shit about me or anyone else for that matter....
....As I always thought she was kinda cool.
Spo | July 11, 2005
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