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Dream / Reality [Jul. 1st, 2007|03:35 pm]
Laughing Moon
malo23
[music |david sylvian: blemish]

DREAM:

I dreamt that I was a wooden cross-maker. It was very monotonous, but pleasant, work. In fact, it was downright hypnotic, lulling, like counting specks of dark lint on a white wall. I woke up feeling that if I could do nothing in this life but carve wooden crosses I would be a happy person.

REALITY:

I awoke, ate breakfast, and then sat down at the computer to continue creating my syllabus (one at a time). After lunch I finished laying out the second chapter (4.5 weeks into the 10-week course) -- it is now 3:30 p.m. and my weekend is nearly over. Trying to make this "puzzle" fit has proven to be maddening, and what I've done will have to be reshuffled, if not totally revamped. Sometimes I wish I were a wooden cross-maker. Carving Buddhas would be much too intricate.

~m
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Ambient Dream Garden [Apr. 24th, 2007|06:50 pm]
Laughing Moon

kovrov


Dear Laughing Moon community,

we invite you to participate in the creation of Ambient Dream Garden, an art installation we are building for Burning Man 2007.  The Ambient Dream Garden consists of a small, intimate space, which is filled with a constant stream of ambient soundscapes.  By moving about the structure, visitors will alter the sounds they hear via a system of laser-based motion detectors, triggering samples created from people recounting their dreams in their words and their own voice.  We are trying to collect as many mind-blowing, bizarre, frightening, fantastic, erotic, meaningful, meaningless and surreal dreams as we can, from as many different places and in as many different languages as possible.  Please consider donating the art of your dream and the magic of your voice to our installation.  If you are unable or unwilling to record your voice, but would like to contribute nevertheless, we also accept text submissions.  Follow this link to go directly to our dream-submission page with instructions.  Your dreams will only be used for this specific art project! 

Thank you so very much!  If you have any questions, leave a comment in my LJ.


 

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9-11 dream study [Apr. 21st, 2007|10:35 pm]
Laughing Moon
malo23
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[music |portishead: dummy]

In an attempt to waken the slumbering beast that is Laughing Moon, I thought I'd post something that appears to be pertinent to the sleepy conversation once in a while...Such as, for instance, the following -- excerpted from this article focusing on the dreams of people in the two weeks before and after 9-11 (the "before" part is actually quite interesting to ponder, is it not?):

(Ruth) Propper (an associate professor of psychology at Merrimack College in North Andover, Mass) said the relationship of dreams to daily stress levels is still being debated. "Some people think that dreams relieve or ease stress; others that dreams merely reflect processing that leads to decreased stress; and others think there is no relationship," she explained.

However, in this study, "we interpreted dreaming about specific references to 9/11 as indicative of stress," Propper said. In other words, dream imagery such as burning towers, crashing jetliners and the like were thought to indicate more stress than vaguer imagery not directly tied to 9/11.

The journals revealed that "the content of people's dreams changed after 9/11," Propper said. For example, compared to dreams occurring in the weeks before the event, "dreams after 9/11 were twice as likely to contain specific references to 9/11, to be threatening, or to contain themes related to 9/11," the researcher said.

But not every student had the same level of frightening 9/11 imagery in their dreams.

Specifically, participants who watched the most TV coverage of the attacks were also most likely to have dreams with high levels of explicit elements of 9/11, suggestive -- according to Propper -- of higher stress levels. In fact, the likelihood of this type of imagery rose with the number of hours per day that students watched 9/11 coverage (anywhere from one to 12 hours daily, according to student reports).

This research isn't unique, Propper noted. One study, published in 2003 in the journal Dreaming, yielded similar findings among 16 people who had kept dream diaries during the month before and after 9/11.


How this study might relate to creativity lies between the lines. If we have an understanding that artists (or "artistic people") tend to be more attuned to what is going on both around and inside of them, it isn't difficult to make the leap from "anxiety dreams" about current events to the kinds of imagery and/or dissonant sounds (or lyrics) that might find their way into the literature/visual art/music we create during times of tension. We of course tend to dream more violent dreams when we feel some sort of internal stress, be it over our personal situation or over the situation our world is mired in. It seems to me that the collective unconscious, to use Jung's phrase, is at work in us all, thereby "providing" such dreams and/or inspiration to create work that is relevant to our times, no matter how surreal/irreal or difficult to interpret/deconstruct our work may be (the Surrealists may have focused a lot on Freudian sex, but they also focused a lot on politics).

The article/study specifically links bad dreams to the amount of television (i.e. news) a person watches (up to 12 hours a day! yow...). Has anyone here ever used that most wretched of contraptions, the "groove tube," as a receptacle through which their creative endeavors have evolved in some way? While I myself don't watch much television, I must admit to frequently being moved by things I hear or read about in the news, and by documentaries (e.g. "An Inconvenient Truth," "Why We Fight," "Who Killed the Electric Car?," etc.). There is little doubt that these kinds of films have inched their way under my skin and into my subconscious mind, my dreams/fears, and certainly my creative work. How about you? Any thoughts/comments?

~m
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Blues4Kali- A Cult Classic for the End Times [Jan. 26th, 2007|07:11 am]
Laughing Moon

indiriverflow
[Current Location |Rainbow Country]
[mood |indescribableindescribable]




What will Winter Solstice bring in 2012?
...an instant of Karma? ...an ethereal spiral dance of the collective soul? ... cosmic judgment leveled against civilization's expanse? ...destruction of the world as we know it? ...a chance for a new start? ...the rise and the revenge of the Goddess? or simply another day in the life of paranoia?
These are the false prophesies that your pastor warned you about!


Reality Exchange Program

"Makes DMT seem like a whip-it."



Crazy Bear said there'd be days like this. As usual, no one believed him. Now, all I want to know is: where IS that lifeboat, and how DO I ditch this ship of fools, without any of these bliss ninnies noticing that I'm already gone?


Captain, my ass. We are equal in this sea of madness.


That iceberg is looking awfully big.



Amana Mission is on a quest to save the world, and the only problem is, she can't remember why she got involved with such an obvious scam in the first place. Jesus saves. Christ. What a loser.


Kali kills first, and recycles later.


Hitchhikers, load up for a ride to the Other Side. You may wish you had gone Greyhound.


"What the...?"

*A cranky band of prankster peace warriors who absolutely cannot resist messing with each other's minds, no matter the cost.

*Cocky alchemy-dabbling quantum surfers, navigating the Ethersphere with hand-held computers, switching timelines to find a better party vibe and swap tips about the best temporary toilets for use as interdimensional portals.

*A burnt-out visionary hippie millionaire on a mission from Gaia to build a better "communitopia" by underwriting a convoy carrying telepathic priestesses.

*A wheelchair-bound mindpilot propelling a crystal-powered Seed Bank toward the post-Apocalyptic Garden, with psychic precision...and a predilection for high-velocity extreme driving.

*Hermaphrodite time-jumper fleeing a fate worse than death.

*Anarchist ghettoes where anything goes-except escape.

*Ancient Principals vying like sweatsoaked carpetbaggers for our loyalty as the Final Vote is tallied.

*Long-haired security patrols collecting a cannabis tribute tax from all pilgrims to the Valley of Fun.

*And an underground meat mafia bringing a black magic revival to a bloodless dreamworld gone bland.

All brought together by a secret psychedelic superdrug that tunes users in to reality through the eyes of another archetypal avatar inhabiting a different state of space and time. Mahayana made easy. Budding Buddha natures are running amuck on a virtual superhighway where all roads lead to the Bo tree and singularity.

Twenty-first century Tantra is about more than sex, drugs, and
rock and roll.Confronting the Karma of every wasted breath is only the first step.

Welcome to the End Times. Kali awaits. She already knows who you are.

Do you?

The 21st century counterculture is even weirder than it appears on the surface. This is not your mommy’s MTV Road Rules.

Ride along on this mesmerizing, metaphor-packed bus trip toward ecstasy and enlightenment, as three real-time guides-Amana, Sissy, and Deva, let you in on what they learned when they asked what It was really all about, after all.

Become them for a multilevel metafictional tour of infinity and awaken yourself to the miracle-a-minute magic of mighty Mother Kali!



Experience the Magic at www.blues4kali.com




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Blues4Kali-A Cult Classic for the End Times [Jan. 23rd, 2007|11:14 pm]
Laughing Moon

indiriverflow
[mood |indescribableindescribable]


What will Winter Solstice bring in 2012? ...an instant of Karma? ...an ethereal spiral dance of the collective soul? ... cosmic judgment leveled against civilization's expanse? ...destruction of the world as we know it? ...a chance for a new start? ...the rise and the revenge of the Goddess? or simply another day in the life of paranoia? These are the false prophesies that your pastor warned you about!
Reality Exchange Program
"Makes DMT seem like a whip-it."

Crazy Bear said there'd be days like this. As usual, no one believed him. Now, all I want to know is: where IS that lifeboat, and how DO I ditch this ship of fools, without any of these bliss ninnies noticing that I'm already gone?
Captain, my ass. We are equal in this sea of madness.
That iceberg is looking awfully big.

New Age Metaphysical Books Amana Mission is on a quest to save the world, and the only problem is, she can't remember why she got involved with such an obvious scam in the first place. Jesus saves. Christ. What a loser.
Kali kills first, and recycles later.
Hitchhikers, load up for a ride to the Other Side. You may wish you had gone Greyhound.
"What the...?"
*A cranky band of prankster peace warriors who absolutely cannot resist messing with each other's minds, no matter the cost.
*Cocky alchemy-dabbling quantum surfers, navigating the Ethersphere with hand-held computers, switching timelines to find a better party vibe and swap tips about the best temporary toilets for use as interdimensional portals.
*A burnt-out visionary hippie millionaire on a mission from Gaia to build a better "communitopia" by underwriting a convoy carrying telepathic priestesses.
*A wheelchair-bound mindpilot propelling a crystal-powered Seed Bank toward the post-Apocalyptic Garden, with psychic precision...and a predilection for high-velocity extreme driving.
*Hermaphrodite time-jumper fleeing a fate worse than death.
*Anarchist ghettoes where anything goes-except escape.
*Ancient Principals vying like sweatsoaked carpetbaggers for our loyalty as the Final Vote is tallied.
*Long-haired security patrols collecting a cannabis tribute tax from all pilgrims to the Valley of Fun.
*And an underground meat mafia bringing a black magic revival to a bloodless dreamworld gone bland.
All brought together by a secret psychedelic superdrug that tunes users in to reality through the eyes of another archetypal avatar inhabiting a different state of space and time. Mahayana made easy. Budding Buddha natures are running amuck on a virtual superhighway where all roads lead to the Bo tree and singularity.
Twenty-first century Tantra is about more than sex, drugs, and rock and roll.Confronting the Karma of every wasted breath is only the first step.
Welcome to the End Times. Kali awaits. She already knows who you are.
Do you?
The 21st century counterculture is even weirder than it appears on the surface. This is not your mommy’s MTV Road Rules. Satire Parody and Humor.

Ride along on this mesmerizing, metaphor-packed bus trip toward ecstasy and enlightenment, as three real-time guides-Amana, Sissy, and Deva, let you in on what they learned when they asked what It was really all about, after all.
Become them for a multilevel metafictional tour of infinity and awaken yourself to the miracle-a-minute magic of mighty Mother Kali!

Science Fiction Novel Blues 4 Kali

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"Ascent" and Memorable Dreams [Oct. 11th, 2006|09:29 pm]
Laughing Moon

louise_norlie

A flash piece of mine, "Ascent," has just been published at insolent rudder, and I thought I'd post a link to it here because more than anything else I've written, it is based on a very vivid dream. 



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Can you hear me calling you? [Sep. 5th, 2006|01:35 am]
Laughing Moon

playing_tragic
I read many things on the uses the conscious self makes of the unconscious self. The prevailing attitude appears to be that the unconscious self is subservient and sub-par to the conscious self. It is primitive. Less evolved. The closest flattering thing I've run across is a backhanded compliment likening the unconscious self to an idiot savant. Brilliant, but in need of constant supervision.

There is an intuitive, knee-jerk denial in me towards such avenues of thoughts. The consciousness is the undisputed realm of the ego, after all. The ego is innately chauvinistic, rarely altruistic. How can something which has the power to kidnap me in my sleep, dress me up in bad '80s make-up and club clothes, then abandon me on a defunct bus stop bench in a deserted, desolate warehouse district at 3 in the morning be considered my inferior? How do I defend such a stand? So we (the conscious we) live in and deal with the "real" world while our unconscious selves don't have to deal with bills, bad hair days, boring classes or jobs, screaming children, jealous partners, and mechanical voice mail button hell. That right there should be demonstrative of the unconscious self's superiority. That it is above-it-all.

But I really didn't start down this path to argue or determine which is superior or which is the parasite. My thoughts turn around and around the as yet unanswered question: What, if anything, does the unconscious self gain out of its partnership with the conscious self? The conscious we seem to universally agree that creativity, intuition, inspiration, muses, and dreams are born of our unconscious selves. That without the unconscious aspect of humanity there would be no arts. That the conscious we descend down into that bizarre nether world and steal away a crust or two and in a sense, plagiarize ourselves all the while deluding ourselves with flattering self-casting roles of Prometheus when all we really are are milk stealing pixies.

But, what if we aren't stealing? Aren't duping some hapless savant into doing our bidding? What if we're being willingly given these things? But that still begs the question of why? The unconscious realm being the native land of the id and the shadow hardly makes for a sound argument that the unconscious is anymore altruistic than the conscious self. I know what my conscious self wants and needs from my unconsciousness, but what does my unconscious self want and need from the conscious me?

I read where the unconscious self exists in a timeless, self-contained, insulated inner world unaware or at least uninterested in the outer world. That we stumble into its cave like realm, get lost for a bit, stumble our way back out with miraculous tales to tell of our adventures. What if this stumbling is two-way? What if, somehow, someway, the unconscious finds its way into the conscious realm? Is as baffled and mystified by what it finds as we were in there? Perhaps, that's all a daydream or waking vision is - the unconsciousness intruding accidentally or intentionally into the consciousness. Am I as much a vehicle as I am a driver?

I am left with no answers, only with this image of two mirror souls on opposite sides of the same door. Ears and palms pressed intently against their side of it with curious eyes opened wide and mouths rounded in tiny, thunderstruck O's.

X-posted playing_tragic and laughing_moon
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Dreams/Visions and Writer's Block [Sep. 2nd, 2006|12:47 pm]
Laughing Moon

louise_norlie

Hello all,

I read the intriguing description of this community and decided to join... 

I find that my best ideas for stories/flash fiction come to me all at once. It feels like I am inhaling in an entire idea in one breath - many of the details and phrases are included. This rarely happens when I am actually sleeping, but usually happens when I am daydreaming or my mind is otherwise blank. My story Blasphemy which was just published at edifice WRECKED is the product of such a strange moment in my mind.

I can go for months without a good idea and trying to think of an idea doesn't really work. Does anyone have any suggestions on how this creative/subconscious phenomena can be stimulated (outside of drugs, absinthe, etc.)? Someone suggested hypnotism but I have no idea if that works...

Louise

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murder dream [Aug. 18th, 2006|10:58 am]
Laughing Moon

paprika1910
A few nights ago I did something in a dream I did not even know my subconscious mind was capable of... I killed someone. The dream-person I killed was based on a client I have at work. This is a client I really like. She is smart and reasonable and has a sense of humor, so I can't believe that I have any hidden compulsion to do away with her.

After I killed her (I strangled her, and it was quite vivid), I somehow chopped up the body and fit it into a small FedEx box (this part I don't remember), which I intended to hide. I told my boss that I had killed the client and she actually seemed OK with it. She made a joke about the client being a "bitch anyway". (Although, again, in real life this client is very likable). I had to figure out what to do with the incriminating FedEx box as I realized the police had already started an investigation and they were bound to find it. The last part of my dream was a panicky search for somewhere to dispose of it, and the realization that there was not anywhere it would not be found.

I woke up to the most intense post-dream relief I've had in a long time. I didn't kill anyone, there's no body to dispose of. And then I thought of about a dozen places I could get rid of the evidence if I had to. I am left wondering what my subconcious is really trying to kill and hide...
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Successfully dreaming architecture [Jul. 26th, 2006|07:28 pm]
Laughing Moon

mersipan


Click the picture for the article.

I think "dreaming" here is more in the imagination sense rather than the actually physical dreaming sense, so not sure this quite fits, but the pictures are beautiful :)

Cross-posted to my own LJ.


It's interesting that the same word, "dreaming," means asleep and dreaming as well as imagining something impossible in an awake physical circumstance. ...Yeah, I got nothin' :)
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