Sunday, May 19, 2013

May Dreams Remembered Redux

I've had a lot of weird dreams lately, but unfortunately I haven't been writing them down. All that I have to say about it now is based on a faint memory in my mind of a couple of different dreams I had within the last week, that stand out in my mind. There were more for sure, but as time goes by, another cycle of going to sleep, waking up, living another day, and repeat, the memories fade fast.

This is just a partial dream diary, a fragment of a memory, just a couple of things that I recall, that do not in anyway tell the complete story.

Dream #1: The 8th Dimension.

I was at some kind of gathering, or convention, sitting at conference tables arranged in cafeteria fashion. It had the vibe of being some kind of video game or Star Trek convention, and I NEVER go to places like that, it very well could have been something different, but that is the vibe I was getting from it. I'm thinking that I knew at one point exactly what kind of gathering it was, but I have since forgotten. Anyway, I have this sense of having traveled quite some distance to be there, I had my bicycle, laptop, and luggage. I had just arrived. Didn't know anybody. I find a table and sit down. Setting my laptop up, to do what with I'm not sure. But I sit at a table on the periphery of the room, one of the last tables not completely filled up.

A man sitting across from me, a black man, middle aged looking, and not slim, but kind of odd looking, introduces himself, shakes my hand, and says he's from the 8th dimension. Truly. Not making this up. Though this is a dream, it is not a work of fiction. I have no idea what happened next, or even before, but thought it was a bit strange. I have no knowledge of the 8th dimension, never heard of it before. Although I'm sure on some subconscious level I have. But, in any case, it is the first time I recall having ever encountered anyone in dreamland saying such a thing to me.

Comment about the subconscious:

I'm sure at some level everything that happens within the vicinity of consciousness, that is, everything that occurs in a person's life, everything seen, heard, tasted, smelled, touched, and thought is recorded in some subconscious memory in your mind. Everything. Nothing is missed. Every single detail is recorded, down to the exact replication of three dimensional space. The people. The landscape. The architecture. The weather. Every single detail is preserved like a photographic memory filed away automatically without your knowledge. Like a panoramic three dimensional video camera following you around wherever you go, missing nothing.

At some level everyone has a photographic memory. Everything is saved. Everything. There is no taking nothing back. And no way to erase anything. You may not consciously remember it, but at some level the memory is preserved fully intact, the record of your entire life, not just your internal thoughts, but a duplicate of the entire outward setting in which all events unfolded is saved like a movie.

In dreams, these subconscious memories may be tapped.

So, probably I've heard of the 8th dimension before, prior to this dream, but I have no conscious memory of it. But still it makes me wonder, why now did I have such a dream as this?

Dream #2 The Pool Table.

It seems like I've had a lot of dreams lately that occur in two places. One, the house I grew-up in, that I lived in from age 9 to 21. Two, my aunt and uncle's house that lived just down the street from my dad, in which I spent many summers in my childhood playing with my cousins. They had a swimming pool in their backyard, a finished basement with a pool table, television set, and video games. I spent a lot of time in that basement with my cousins back in the mid-80's and early 90's. So every now and then, I return to that house in my dreams.

They still live there, by the way, but my cousins are all grown up, and have houses of their own. But the house is still there, and my aunt and uncle still live there. I haven't been there though for over 15 years. You see, I left my hometown in 1998 and I haven't been back once.

Anyway, just the other night, as in within the last week, I had a dream in that house. I was visiting. Having some kind of get-together I guess, and I went down into the basement alone, intending to play a solitary game of pool, and I see something different that I had never seen there before. Some kind of electronic basketball game, like the kind you see at an amusement park, where you throw an actual ball. It was kind of like a pinball machine, at least in size, but for basketball, that allowed you to take free throws for electronic points.

So I give it a try, throw the ball, and then as soon as I do that I hear an alarm go off, and it doesn't stop. I'm trying to turn it off, to figure out what's wrong with the game, worried that I may have broken it. But then I wake up, to hear an actual alarm clock going off, realizing that I had been dreaming the whole thing, and that obnoxious sound just happened to intrude into my dream at the precise moment right after I had taken my first free throw on this dream machine.

Perfect timing, eh? Had it not been for the alarm, maybe I wouldn't have remembered the dream.

Not really anything monumentally insightful about this second dream, just making a note of the interesting synchronicity of when elements of dreams merge with reality. In this case, an actual alarm clock going off being perceived as a component of the dream and integrated into its cerebral landscape, only to ultimately end up serving as a wake up call from one dimension to another, pulling you from the dream world into reality. Kind of like the phone calls in the Matrix movie.

Friday, May 10, 2013

14 Mile Bike Ride

I haven't ridden my bike for quite some time, and so yesterday with the temperatures being in the low 80s, I decided to go for a ride way up into the far northeast of the city, technically way outside city limits, to this park with ponds and palm trees and abundant wildlife, truly a tropical oasis in the desert. I actually walked out there for the first time in March, which I thought to be a ten mile hike, but according to the odometer on my bike was actually more like 12 miles.

Well, it was a good ride. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It's also a great way to burn belly flab. Will definitely get back into the habit of riding regularly. Just in time for the 100's. Ha ha. I had forgotten how much I love riding my bike, especially outside the city, and up into the foothills, away from busy intersections. My bike handled perfectly, no flat tires, no problems with traffic. Most of the roads I took had wide bike lanes, but there was just a short stretch, of maybe about a half a mile, with no shoulder, and I had to ride the white line, but fortunately there wasn't too much traffic there and whenever anyone passed me they took the other lane. Though it was kind of scary because the side of the road was in bad condition with broken up asphalt and loose rocks, and so if I would have lost control veering off to the right just a couple of inches I could have easily crashed.


I kind of wish I had a mountain bike, and probably my next bike will be a mountain bike, so I could more easily ride the unpaved side of the road if necessary. What I currently have is a touring bike, which is built like a road bike, but more durable, with a little bit wider and more rugged tires, 700 x 32 C with presta valves, and built for hauling heavy loads. It's not a bad bike, but I regret not paying a little more for a Trek or Cannondale, which would have cost about 400 dollars more at the time, and since my bike already cost over $800 back in '03 it wouldn't have been that much more really.

So anyway, I stopped off at this park and spent a couple hours there, walked around taking pictures, and lounging around the shore of the pond soaking in the ambiance, with the water vapors restoring my soul back to its natural equilibrium.

This is where I sat for about an hour. It was great!

I saw at least 30 turtles swimming around the pond. 





Self-portrait with touring bike next to huge palm trees. 

Overall I would say that it was a great day, and I look forward to going on several more bike rides this upcoming summer.

Oh and by the way, in case anyone was wondering, I scrapped the idea of having a separate travel blog, as I realized that as much as the idea of doing so appealed to me, I just don't have the energy to maintain more than one blog right now, and figured that since I only rarely do travel/photo diary posts anyway, usually no more than one or two a month, I may as well just keep doing it here. So that's that. I figured as time goes by I can always delete the posts I don't like, and keep this blog strong and healthy, as my one and only, and going in a direction that I'm happy with, rather than scrapping the entire thing just because of a few bad apples spoiling the entire barrel.