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I just got back from a fabulous lunch but I'm not supposed to talk about it in case people get envious or jealous, though several livejournal people were involved. Of course. It was a little pricey considering how small my piece of lettuce was (yeah, I'm still harping on that), but I enjoy using cloth napkins occasionally and their iced tea was tasty. So much so that I nearly burst on the walk home from having to pee because I consumed so many glasses. I honestly wasn't sure I was going to make it, but luckily I did. That would have made for an awkward afternoon in the office.
On the way south after lunch, I took a detour to Borders to buy a map of Los Angeles. I couldn't decide if I wanted the laminated smaller one or the more detailed huge foldout one, so I got both. Then I actually started to look at the city and realized that my hotel is approximately a 3 minute drive from the airport and the school is approximately 3 minutes from the hotel. So I probably won't really need a map. Except for when I go crazy one night and drive all around exploring the place. And when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wearemany flies down at the end of the week and we get to hang out for two whole days. Maybe I should have gotten a map of the stars instead.
For a moment, I couldn't remember how I got to work. I mean, I obviously assumed that I walked to North ave, took the bus, then took the train, but I couldn't remember actually doing any of those things. Now I can. But it was a surreal thirty seconds, enough to make me wonder if I was actually dreaming right this moment, since that's often a test. In dreams there are rarely linear recent pasts, you just appear in a moment with the history and knowledge of what's going on built in to the situation. It's not logical at the time, but we rarely notice. Only upon waking and writing do we see it's strangeness, which is why every dream account usually contains the phrase "then all of the sudden I was at _____ doing _____" with no transition. The trick is to notice these jumps when they're happening -- then you can make yourself lucid while dreaming.
Easier said than done, of course. I still can't do it on command, only on occasion. But a good way to practice is to get in the habit of constantly asking if you're awake or dreaming, then perform little tests to confirm, like remembering the path of how you go that moment. I used to constantly practice this, to the point where a year ago at this time I did it once or twice a day, then once a week during my dreams. At some point, I guess I abruptly stopped this habit. I should bring it back. Ah, another New Year's resolution to add to my list. Along with writing one letter (on paper) per week.
I resolve that this year's resolutions are going to be a bit different than the typical "lose 10 pounds" or "work out" or "be nicer to people". Which is also sort of weird for me because I rarely engage in the ritual of New Year's resolutions. I guess I can add "particiaption" to the list as well.
Also, whenever I walk by Marshall Fields downtown, I spend the rest of the day with the song "I've got a Golden Ticket" stuck in my head.
On the way south after lunch, I took a detour to Borders to buy a map of Los Angeles. I couldn't decide if I wanted the laminated smaller one or the more detailed huge foldout one, so I got both. Then I actually started to look at the city and realized that my hotel is approximately a 3 minute drive from the airport and the school is approximately 3 minutes from the hotel. So I probably won't really need a map. Except for when I go crazy one night and drive all around exploring the place. And when
wearemany flies down at the end of the week and we get to hang out for two whole days. Maybe I should have gotten a map of the stars instead.For a moment, I couldn't remember how I got to work. I mean, I obviously assumed that I walked to North ave, took the bus, then took the train, but I couldn't remember actually doing any of those things. Now I can. But it was a surreal thirty seconds, enough to make me wonder if I was actually dreaming right this moment, since that's often a test. In dreams there are rarely linear recent pasts, you just appear in a moment with the history and knowledge of what's going on built in to the situation. It's not logical at the time, but we rarely notice. Only upon waking and writing do we see it's strangeness, which is why every dream account usually contains the phrase "then all of the sudden I was at _____ doing _____" with no transition. The trick is to notice these jumps when they're happening -- then you can make yourself lucid while dreaming.
Easier said than done, of course. I still can't do it on command, only on occasion. But a good way to practice is to get in the habit of constantly asking if you're awake or dreaming, then perform little tests to confirm, like remembering the path of how you go that moment. I used to constantly practice this, to the point where a year ago at this time I did it once or twice a day, then once a week during my dreams. At some point, I guess I abruptly stopped this habit. I should bring it back. Ah, another New Year's resolution to add to my list. Along with writing one letter (on paper) per week.
I resolve that this year's resolutions are going to be a bit different than the typical "lose 10 pounds" or "work out" or "be nicer to people". Which is also sort of weird for me because I rarely engage in the ritual of New Year's resolutions. I guess I can add "particiaption" to the list as well.
Also, whenever I walk by Marshall Fields downtown, I spend the rest of the day with the song "I've got a Golden Ticket" stuck in my head.
