waking life

[raybear]

I am now obsessed with lucid dreaming.

And for some reason, writing that word made me flash back to a bizarre memory of being in wearemany's room in an apartment from our previous lifetime and typing something on her little mac (perhaps the Miss America letter?) and her saying "i love making heading phrases 'bold, italics, underline'. i want to make everything in 'bold italics underline'." and I agreed. A strange memory to not only have but also to suddenly conjure up accidentally.

I already knew I loved my dreams and dream-thinking. But now there's the possibility of control and awareness and deeper levels of appreciation and new levels of consciousness, and I can taste the possibility which has so much excitement, how could I not at least try?

So I finally redeemed my parents gift certificate to me, which included my Presto multi-cooker, the game Encore, the video Best In Show, and now a book entitled "Tibetan Yogas of Dream and Sleep". I also want "Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming". I tried to get both books from Borders (to use a gift card -- in general I shop primarily at independents), but most stores were out of them. I decided to only order one book online (delayed gratification), and try to find the other today on my lunch hour or after work (instant gratification). Phone calls must be made. I need a fix now.

And so goes my typical obsession-behavior.

This feels a little different. It's not just plain ole movie-obsession. This seems to have the potential in uniting previous interests with curiosities and desires for something new. I could conceivably unite my current search for new spiritualities and meditation activities with this new idea of lucid dreaming, which is building off and existing life-long interest in my dreams and dream interpretation. I'm also better researched -- I'm not going to fall off by getting the quickest, easiest or cheapest information solely because I need instant gratification. I've been down that road before, and I end up owning or spending time on mediocrity. And I'm only going to get 2 books -- not 5 books, two magazines, 8 articles, and 20 websites. If I get too overwhelmed, I'll give up. So only two books -- one more science-y and how-to, and one more spiritual and historical.

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Re: thetruth.com

[wearemany.livejournal.com]

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<ljuser="circusgirl">sent me this, for a story I'm working on:

<i>"I'm sick. It's very late. No, no. It's fine. I've been waiting for you. It's just I'm sick and it makes me feel even further away from everybody. Leaf? Are you well?"

"Yes."

"Tell me. How well?"

There was silence. "I'm not remembering. I'm forgetting your face."</i>

Which is funny, cause it's supposed to be about something else entirely but it keeps making me think of you because sometimes the face and body that goes with my old memories are new. Ish. Newish. So it's the strange momements of dissonance, like you in a dress in a photo from your brother's wedding, that stick out. I don't know if that makes sense. In my head you mostly haven't changed at all -- you laugh at the same things, even if it's lower. And somewhere I started replacing this new photo of you over the old one, so I forget that I didn't always know your name was Ray. I think maybe I knew. I feel like that was always true.

I remember Helen Hunt. Remember whichever Sister it was (Sela? Swoozie?) and the dad from My So-Called Life?

I remember you helping me on with my coat after painting an hourglass on my back. I remember you had pockets to carry my keys, and my lipstick, and my money. I remember that made me feel safe. You held the door and I held your arm and I remember thinking that none of that made me feel like the right kind of lesbian but it was right, anyway.

I remember "I'm not bisexual but my girlfriend is." Hee.

And I remember (I think?) a painting or drawing on your wall and thinking it was of me. And never asking. Was it?

Hmmm. The slippery slope of nostalgia.

Very few days!

"When Husbands Cheat"

[raybear.livejournal.com]

I believe that was actually Patricia Kalember (aka Georgie from Sisters) with the dad from My So-Called Life. I don't think we watched it as the same time, but I remember you telling me about it.

Yeah, there was a drawing of you.

And yeah, sometimes I put Raymond in the past too. Think of how freaked out I was when I saw that photo of us on your mantel in New York -- it was a bizarre construct of myself. Leave it to impatient ole me to have past life experiences before I even die.

Re: "When Husbands Cheat"

[milosh.livejournal.com]

you two are fascinating.
but aside from that, my friend jon (from etown and yale) and some of his boy-friends watch "sisters" every friday afternoon. it's a ritual, and i think it's beautiful! (and hilarious) they even applied to be an official yale undergraduate organization, in order to get funding for their snacks. funny, right? ok, see you soon, ray!

Re: "When Husbands Cheat"

[raybear.livejournal.com]

I have seen every episode of Sisters at least three times. It was highly influential to the development of my intellectual and emotional self. Seriously.
I must come to Yale and hang out with your friends on Friday afternoon!

And what time should I come over tomorrow?

Re: "When Husbands Cheat"

[milosh.livejournal.com]

oh! yes, you should come to yale, we would have oh so much fun :P as for tomorrow (today), though, um, whenever! i mean, i am hanging out w/abby early in the day and then my buddy arnoldo in the afternoon, but i think both might occur in etown, in which case you could come here whenever after work. i am at your disposal ;)
heh heh
hope you dont dispose of me, myles