Dolphins, Superstrings, Mardi Gras, Doomsday Clock, Jupiter dreams

   Dream diary update. My dreams have been relatively peaceful lately, even if not always positive. I only recall interrupted sleep disturbances twice in the last week.
   I had a dream last Thursday about swimming with dolphins, no doubt from awareness of the unceasing beachings in Cape Cod.
   I had dreams all Friday night/Saturday morning about being in college classes with physicists talking about 11-dimensional superstring theory. In the last dream late Sat morning I had had problems envisioning some of the extra dimensions so one of the other 60 minutes whiz kids (not Jake Barnett) offered to tutor me. To get my mind acclimated to knowing the future, he began his pedagogy by showing me some interesting instructional forms in 4 and 5 dimensions as I awoke. This college dream was probably just resulting from walking together and talking to my nephews about their college courses all week. Friday morning I sent my college nephew the cool wikipedia link to Tesseract and we had chats all day about it.

   Saturday afternoon I had a dream about marching with Skeletons through New Orleans graveyards. I typically have such dreams close to Mardi Gras, like the acid sequence in the film Easy Rider, except with lots of different skeletons rising from the graves and collapsing when touched.

 Sunday night/Mon morning I had dreams about Football and Syria, in that order, because of news about the Superbowl and massacres in Syria no doubt. Late Mon morning I had another nuclear winter dream.  Probably a delayed reaction to the Doomsday Clock moving up last week.

So when I woke up I went straight to Global Zero web pages again for the third time that weekend. I downloaded a Facebook timeline background image from their tumblr, for later this month when FB transitions to timelines..Tues morning I dreamed about being in a world where labor unions were strong again. Republicans would call these World Socialism dreams. This morning I dreamed I was a music composer in an alien society. Basically a Sci fi dream but with lots of music.No doubt this dream was a delayed reaction to a question about Jupiter that no one got on Jeopardy Monday. It reminded me of how much I like the Holst score.

Cat landscapes, demon dismemberment, Frida Kahlo, cleaning lady dreams

Dream diary update. My sleep has been much more interrupted lately, mostly cuz I've been going on regular walks with the nephews and some fasts..I've been falling asleep around 9:30 pm and waking up before 2 am with insomnia until mid-morning. I typically forget my dreams immediately upon awakening or else I'm trying to get back to sleep so I ignore the dreams. Dreaming under insomnia conditions is less engaged and more about what passes in front of my nose, that is more sensory.
   Last week I had lots of dreams about being alone outside with the 3 cats. Occasionally the when I looked again at them the 3 cats would become beloved cats who have passed away. The landscapes were often beautiful. Lakeside with the Northern lights above, for instance. In the grottoes of the Grand Canyon. Playing on the stage of the Naumberg Bandshell of the NY Philharmonic in Central Park. Frolicking on the stage of the Waldbühne (forest theater) of the Berlin Philharmonic. Running through the Forbidden City in China or across the feet of the Statue of Liberty. The odd thing about these dreams is that we wouldn't see another living soul. I know its impossible to be alone in Central Park, for example. So that dream felt very strange.

   This weekend I had lots of demon dreams. I would chop them up mechanically for challenging me in my usual role as arch-demon or magi. Still, it was strange how little emotional engagement I took in the slaughter.of these demons. I still remember looking closely at one of their dismembered hands with emotional detachment. It clutched with frustrated impotence at my face as I awoke.

A lot of these demon dreams were initiated in the last week after Fox would replay the movie "Frida" with its surreal sequences. I would pass out watching one of these sequences and 'boom' demon dream.

   About 2 hours ago I had a sex dream. It was another dystopian future where privacy was a thing of the past. We had to bunk with a lot of cleaning maids during our 'private' sexual encounters. I was distinctly unenthused about performing with an audience. Since we were having an affair on other partners, we couldn't afford to get choosy. The cleaning ladies and other service workers didn't seem to understand that I didn't want the running commentary on my prowess during our lovemaking. One or two maids found it charming that I wanted an old fashioned romance since such encounters were a thing of the past for them.

I realized after awakening that my dream lover was a body double for Sofia Vergara. TMZ had tracked her down to a bar in leather hot pants. I looked at her curves and said to myself, "Yep. That's my dream lover." Wishful thinking, or Power of suggestion?

Cat demons, American Sun god, female cenobite, Twin Peaks bailout dreams

   Dream diary update. My dreams lately have been pretty dark. Last Tuesday I had a dream about demonism through a network of cats. Since I really adore cats and I regularly dream about myself in the archdemon role, this dream was no nightmare for me but only mildly amusing. Its likely that this dream topic is from Skanky cat being so pushy about wanting physical contact from me all the time. At the time I was sleeping on the couch with Skanky on top of me. I was bemused that I didn't eliminate the inferior demons in my dream for their insubordination before waking up. Normally I would've torn them apart. Instead I finished the dream listening to them make catcalls at each other. This dream object is probably because the new kittens Smoky and Snooky are always trying to make vocalizations when I talk to them.
   Last Wed I had a midday dream about being a Maya sun god, Kinich Ahau, with both jaguar and human traits.

I was floating above my people watching over them and above my ziggurat the Pyramid of the Sun in Teotihuacan. I was guiding them though I was easily distracted by war. Two strange things about this dream. One is that by the end of the dream I transformed throughout an age floating over them into the Aztec Sun-God Tonatiuh carrying a spear.

I looked down and found my people had dwindled and changed while I had distracted myself with preparations for war. The second strange thing about this dream is that earlier this month I dreamed about the Wolf moon. Now I was dreaming about the Sun, even reaching out to it as I awoke saying aloud, "I summon thee." I had no idea at the time that we were really entering a period of increased solar activity with an eruption.

I found this aspect of my dream so weird that I almost didn't record the dream in my diary. It is not unusual for me to have such a deity dream even though I've never actually been to any of these places I always read about. It is rare that a deity dream corresponds with real events however.
   By this weekend my dreams had come back around to the normal playful cats and dandelion fields stuff with an occasional killing spree. On Saturday night I fell asleep while watching a double feature with nephew of Svengoolie on ME-TV at 8:30 pm and Wolfman Mac's Chiller Drive-In on RTV at 10 pm. I dreamed about Clive Barker's Hellraiser demons again. Nothing strange about that, since I used to watch one of the Hellraiser movies in between such shows with B-movie characters like Elvira. I even tried to to make it with the female Cenobite before I awoke. I guess Cassandra Peterson wasn't available for my degenerate fantasies again. Figures, since she usually dresses trashy Goth for appearances but always talks like she's some sort of old stuck-up prom queen. I had to satisfy myself with attempting dream sex with Cenobite sprite Barbie Wilde. Unfortunately I woke up to Wolfman Mac's Rainbow monster break dancing on TV before consummating the dream deed.

This morning I woke up on the couch at 3 AM listening to Obama's SOTU replay on cspan. It was a dream about being in a normal small lumber town like TV's Twin Peaks. In my dream I was beating up rich Goldman Sachs clones like Hank Paulson as tourists at the local lumberjack bar. Basically, I was dreaming about having lots of fun that would almost certainly require getting bailed out of Twin Peaks' local jail in the morning.

Twin Peaks Sherilyn Fenn in the 1990s:

 Twin Peaks breastaurants today:

Albino kittens, old MFF cuddle, jazzman, iron palm, gambling Buddha, Tower of Babel chains dreams

   Dream diary update. I really have been neglecting the dream diary this time. I've had some very vivid dreams over the last 9 days but I didn't bother to closely record any of them. They were so vivid that I had sleep disturbances almost as bad as those around the Wolf moon. I only caught up on sleep during this 9 day period yesterday, when I slept about 16 hours with Skanky cat sleeping on top of me. I didn't even wake up when she threw up on me. Poor kitty. I need to get her to a vet for a checkup I think.
   Anyway last Wednesday morning I had a dream where Skanky cat had 11 kittens from Smoky cat. The kittens were spontaneously born together all white with wide silver eyes like Whitey cat. In the dream I was unable to manage all their requisite care, so I felt overwhelmed.

   Thursday I had a MFF sex dream. Instead of being young in this dream I was much older, closer to 65 with silver hair. Once again there was a tacky mirror on the ceiling. I suppose I should blame my parents for this dream element since they had this tacky mirror setup in their bedroom until I turned 16 and pointed this out. I suppose there was a big bottle of Viagra on the bedroom end table. I guess I can have dream-Viagra even though I shouldn't really have the real thing since a dose gave me a 20 hour erection back in 2002. Because my dream character was older this dream was more about cuddling than calisthenics anyway.

   Friday night I had a dream that was all jazz music. I was a sax player at a sports bar. Everyone there was smoking. I wore a fedora and sunglasses at night. I mostly stayed cool while Sin City erupted in the bar's alley in back. Lindsay Lohan as Marilyn Monroe in a red dress was my only friend. Never mind that I know the real lesbian Lohan wouldn't be caught dead with some old guy. Our dream friendship was part of the whole bluesy ambiance. I intervened when I I found Lohan-Marilyn getting beaten up in the alley after getting picked up by some bar guy. I was a cool jazzman so I didn't have to fight anyone in this dream. All I had to do was signal 2 of the bouncers while dream-Marilyn went back in the bar for another pickup.

   Saturday I had violent dreams. I was already under a sleep deficit so I kept catnapping all day with Skanky cat sleeping on or near my face. I didn't have any breathing problems in these dreams surprisingly, but I used my iron palm technique to tear up all sorts of violent monsters and wild beasties.
   Sunday I dreamed about the Buddha. In my dream he was a god of gambling. Not your traditional Buddha, he wore a white Caribbean suit and white fedora. He taught me how to play cards and roulette and taught me that luck rules the universe.

   Just 2 hours ago I had a dream about being chained up in my own floor of the Tower of Babel. I had relaxing conversations and played chess with two of my jailors. Occasionally I would run and strech my rattling chains to their utmost so I could catch the sights outside one of my airy balconies.

unemployed poet, river of blood, Russian spy, green Wolf Moon, Groo the Wanderer dreams

   Dream diary update. Saturday early AM I had a dream about being an unemployed poet ( not so different from reality, since I'm an unemployed scientist.) The dream-weather was weird and surreal with a 60 mph wind from the Northwest. I really wanted to remember some of my dream-poetry since I was quite taken with it even though it was short and childish.
   Saturday night I fell asleep after my nephew left around 9 pm. I woke up around 11:30 pm after a troubled dream about being helplessly carried by the currents in my own arteries. I was a tiny swimmer in giant rivers of blood with great spouts and a huge waterfall where my heart was supposed to be located.

   Sunday night I fell asleep after watching the new Season 2 opener for Downton Abbey/PBS. I was extraordinarily distracted by my stray thoughts during the second half. I dreamed I was a spy again, this time for Russia.
   This morning after another restless night I ate breakfast and fell into bed with Skanky cat. I had a very restful dream about cloud flyovers with a huge green moon overhead just before sunrise. Once again I woke up after about 150 minutes. Coincidentally, there is a January full moon tonight, i.e. a Wolf Moon. I think I knew this even though I failed to realize it consciously until the weatherman said it later on Chicago's WGN News at midday. This dream subject shouldn't be surprising since I remember thinking about how beautiful wolves are while watching Nature/PBS Sunday evening. They made the point that North American wolves wouldn't be coming back now without the EPA.

   This afternoon after our walk I fell asleep in a nap while rocking Skanky cat in the recliner.I dreamed I was Groo the Warrior, happily drinking and whoring and slaughtering my way across Medieval Europe.
   This dream subject surprised me, though it shouldn't have. I used to always dream I was Groo the Wanderer after falling asleep reading issues of MAD magazine. Yesterday I tried looking online for examples of Sergio Aragonés work doing toons of Occupy Wall Street protests for MAD's December 2011 issue #513. It was to no avail since MAD's business model is to aggressively censor digital media. I remember how they used to keep phonograph tech alive with little plastic 45 LP cardboard inserts. Too bad I can't really afford their $6/issue fee these days for their rag.

TM, deity, alpha wave music, sunsets dreams

   Dream diary update. I haven't tried to remember my dreams much lately. I was worried that I might get winter-depressed about them. So I tried to forget about them as soon as I woke up. Its been Sunny and mild temperatures outside all year. I realize now there was no need for such precautions. Still waking up always feels good. As if my mind were its own prison and thinking while awake has more freedom now.
   Tuesday evening I dreamed about Transcendental Meditation, sandpaintings and Ayurvedas. This is probably due to my awareness from watching cspan that the Iowa TM college founded by the Beatles yogi teacher, Mahareshi Mahesh Yogi, endorsed Ron Paul for the Iowa caucuses that day. I pictured them praying for him and for World peace before I passed out.

   Wednesday nights dreams were the strangest this week. I dreamed I was a god again. When I woke up I had another injury. This time instead of a deep tissue injury from clawing at my own stomach, I had a severe sprain on my left ankle. Its only now getting better.
   Thursday nights dreams were filled with alpha wave music. I could feel my heart rhythm synch up with the repeating beat patterns. There also was Buddhist monks in Japan ringing a gong for the New Year. I realize that happened almost a week ago, but it took that long to reach my dreams.

   Tonight I fell asleep listening to the Gershwin concert on Great Performances/St Louis PBS. Its a really good one:: Herbie Hancock, Gustavo Dudamel and the LA Phil Celebrate Gershwin. I also caught the replay on my local PBS station after I awoke. My nephew really wanted to see it with me but I guess our walk and games today wore him out so he passed out at 5 pm . I dreamed about sunsets with my cats playing around me.

Field commander, University student, Faster-than-light dreams

   Dream diary update. Tonight's dreams are fresh in my mind, so I want to record some more details. Earlier I dreamed about being some sort of active field commander, like General Patton. This pretentious dream idea may be from the revelation by mom Wednesday night that she had used some genealogy web to trace our ancestry back to an English king from Northern Scotland (, i.e., a Highlander lol.) I asked her if we were still related to James Madison and she said yes.
   Just now I had a dream in which I was back in classes, which were much like Purgatory. The first classes were in Advanced Inorganic Chemistry and Advanced Biochemistry. I did predictably well in them, since my natural eccentricity is not a liability in the lab and Chemistry was really my gig at University anyway. The last class was filled with math geniuses of varying nationalities. I got the impression they looked down on me a bit. I tried to hide the fact that I hadn't done the take-home quiz, and that I had brought raw meat with me in my backpack in case I became ravenous. During class he had me deal with some chemical hazard that was in his chair. I stood and reached for the light at the ceiling and it filled all of space as I awoke.
   Awake, I immediately went to door to let Smoky kitten in from the cold and he scurried up squawking to me. I had reminded myself to let him back in before passing out on the couch with the other 2, Skanky cat and Snooky kitten.
    In my dream before class I had briefly joined 2 other genii to discuss a theoretical framework to explain faster-than-light particles by using limits in an affine space to describe spacetime itself.

In the waking world I've been toying with the idea for weeks now that the speed of light is only a subjective limit that changes when one becomes aware of 11-dimensional reality in M-theory. I was unsure until now whether the concept has any merits. ;)