Sunday, September 30, 2012

Carnivorous Slug Eats Tuna

an exciting weekend at the Folk house

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Up Your Nose with a Rubber Hose

one of my most unusual flea market finds: a funny printed knit featuring the Sweathogs and Mr. Kotter

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Fortune Cookie Flub

is this good or bad?

Monday, September 10, 2012

Children's books

Ed Emberley is a great illustrator and has made many fun books to teach children how to draw.  His proportions, lines, colors, and choices of paper and ink qualities for his books are very pleasing.
 Ed Emberley's ABC

The Wing on a Flea 

London Bridge is Falling Down 

Ed Emberley's Drawing Book of Animals 

Ed Emberley's Great Thumbprint Drawing Book

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Life Is but a Lucid Dream

I had my first lucid dream during my last year of high school.  I had read about Dr. Stephen LaBerge and his experiments at The Lucidity Institute in Omni magazine.  For weeks after, I thought about lucid dreaming constantly and talked with my friend Rick about it every day.  Finally one night, it happened.  I was late for class, though I was in my bedroom, and my hair was wet from swimming.  I was frantically waving the hair dryer and whirling around every few seconds to look at the clock.  Each time I looked, the numbers were different, and I thought maybe this was a lucid dream.  I went to the window and saw kids in a purple car doing donuts on the neighbor's lawn, and I knew it definitely was.  I immediately wanted to fly and decided to go to Rick's house to wake him up to see if I could get him into my dream.  I thought I should follow the roads and not go as the crow flies so I wouldn't get lost.  Of course I could have snapped my fingers and been there immediately, but it would be a few weeks until the mindset of physical world logic could be overcome.  Funny how logical you can be in a dream while at the same time absurd things go unnoticed.  I went out to the driveway, and it had suddenly changed to nighttime.  I put my arms straight up in the air and started to take off like a rocket slowly gaining momentum.  I flew to the end of our long driveway at the top of the hill and steered right to follow the main street through town.  I remember turning felt like rollerskating around a curve, gliding so fast you could lose control, and I did.

The next day I told Rick all about it and he, too, had had his first lucid dream the night before.  It lasted only a few seconds, but he said he put his arms straight out and lifted his legs and levitated, said it was easy.  That night I did it again and tried levitating.  It was easy.  Over the next few years, I had frequent lucid dreams.  I never felt like I was gaining more and more control, but I had a few interesting adventures.  I walked through seaweed on the bottom of a lake, breathing underwater without any difficulty.  I went to a party and walked around pointing at people, changing their outfits.  I remember the physical sensations of touching walls and doorknobs and wondered at my visual accuracy of flying at eye level with the tops of pine trees.  One of my favorite dreams was when I had complete control for a long time and was leisurely flying around the inside of a huge, empty warehouse made entirely of bricks on the floor, walls, and ceiling.  I felt the urge to pee and thought if I did, I might wet the bed.  I decided it was a great experiment and worth it to see what would happen.  Like a fly, I landed on a wall and was completely horizontal looking straight down at the floor.  I spread my legs and let it go, without care for or issues with the clothes I was wearing.  I went on flying then, and eventually found a big, arched doorway leading to a pretty flower garden.  When I swooped down to go through the opening, two black Doberman pinschers with studded collars were there on the ground barking at me, and I woke up suddenly.  I found the bed was dry and noticed later in the day that I hadn't had to pee for many hours after waking.  My body seemed to have been fooled by my mind's experience.  

It would be great fun to be a guinea pig for Dr. LaBerge.  He sends people on missions to stretch the boundaries of the dream world and receives messages from their sleeping bodies by signals from their eyes, which can move unlike the rest of their mostly paralyzed bodies.  He has developed goggles that detect when you are in REM sleep and shoot light through your eyelids to remind you to wake up.  A more affordable but more difficult way to become a regular lucid dreamer is to ask yourself throughout the day if you are in a dream.  Eventually you will notice illogical things like wearing a t-shirt in a blizzard, become conscious, and do things you have only daydreamed of before.