i had a crazy dream the other night. i woke up for work during the dream and was able to go back to sleep and back into the dream. i love doing that. i like the idea that i can control that subconscious element of my mind. one of my favorite blogs is the guy over at xkcd.com. his dream keyboard is so sick. i need to break out my old wireless keyboard and try it. i remember my dad reading me Richard Feynman books where the theoretical physicist talked about controlling his dreams.
more than that though, i remember thinking about what i used to call 'endless loops'. i'm not sure if that is the best way to describe them, but as a young boy that is what i came up with.
the first and most mind boggling is the size of the universe. i remember the first time i realized that everything i've ever seen has a definite size. a mountain is just so big, the ocean, the biggest thing i've ever seen in person- is only so big. the earth is huge, but still people talk about how many wigits they've sold and how many it would take to circle the earth 14 times. but the universe is not a box. i remember thinking that any notion of size or end, just doesn't work. there are only two things in the universe. things that have a limited size and the universe itself. i mean come on- never ending?! wtf?
anyway, that still blows my mind, and if my mom reads this she'll say "oh he's just like his father".
the other endless loop was about dreams. i would be lie in bed wondering what my dreams would be, only to realize that i couldn't know until it was already here.
"i wonder what i'm going to dream about"
"oh yeah, there is no way to know"
"oooo- but i wonder what it is going to be!"
"again- you can't know"
"yeah, but i'll know soon"
"ok, but you won't remember when you wake up"
"shit"
it pissed me off that i wouldn't remember. like the subconscious me and the black void of my sleeping mind were in on some kind of ethereal joke.
fuck. now i'm not going to be able to goto sleep.
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It used to freak me out that things were happening when I wasn't around. Like, I knew while I was at school, my mom was at home, doing homely things, but secrety I was convinced that the world was frozen in time and only my presence could animate it.
I still think that sometimes, which is just another way of saying I am ridiculously self-centered.
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