The Dreaming Encyclopedia

I’ve always held interest in dreams and dreaming. I’ve often wondered how authors came by their definitions when writing dream dictionaries… folklore, circumstance, personal interpretation.

I woke up one day and it seems I ate an apple, for all of a sudden my dreams fell upon a new dimention. Their meaning opened unto a new  realm, one I never imagined. Though I’ve yet to find the ‘complete’ encyclopedia, dreams I had years ago make sense now. Simple images.

Identity theft, Tricky Dicks

When in the company of a small person and a phracker, do not hold pictures of fractals nor even mention the word. Be exceptionally careful if a black magician is about; disaster may ensue. Perhaps that’s a bit extreme… the other person need only be a hair shorter than yourself, with or without shoes. I mention this with the most extreme caution, for I seem to have grown taller through the years and I’ve taken a liking to Gene Simmons style platform boots.

Cobalt

I am struggling to find a voice for everything. Years as a stunted corporate writer have left me feeling like a vampire chasing vapors of flavor. I am alone but my menus talk to me, encourage me to write, to tell a story, to piece it together. I go the opposite direction, searching for images that capture what I cannot do with reason. I read old letters from Cobalt, and he, in his expanded vaporous neoprene form, provides a structure for something that cannot be contained.

The evolution of chat

Back in 1982 (or maybe 1983?) when I got my first computer — a Toshiba laptop with 3M of memory — I didn’t really know what to do with it. The battery lasted an hour and the machine itself weighed seven pounds. Hauling it and my schoolbooks to class was less than productive. It sat on a folding card table in my bedroom for the better part of year before I discovered the purpose of the modem.

None of my friends at the time, computer scientists as they were, didn’t even use e-mail. Somehow or another, I found my way to internet relay chat (IRC) boards where I encountered people (mostly men) with exotic technical skills and crafty names such as MAC, Orpheus, Spelunker, and Driftwood.

As productive as it was to sit and chat all night, the fancy technology inspired me to travel and put a face to a name.

More recent events have cast these and other experiences in a whole new light.

Peter’s performance

Chris, I would comment on his performance, but I was unconscious at the time.

Guy, I would comment on his performance, but I was unconscious at the time.

Chris, I would comment on his performance, but I was unconscious at the time.

Rick, I would comment on his performance, but I was unconscious at the time.

Al, I would comment on his performance, but I was unconscious at the time.

Bill, I would comment on his performance, but I was unconscious at the time.

Jon, I would comment on his performance, but I was unconscious at the time.

Erik, I would comment on his performance, but I was unconscious at the time.

Mike, I would comment on his performance, but I was unconscious at the time.

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