9/22/05

I am in a large meeting room at the office. The meeting has concluded and everyone is gathering their papers and laptops and preparing to leave.

It is lunchtime and I can hear others talking about going out to lunch. I know that I will not be invited and have no regrets about eating alone.

As I gather my things, I see a flat panel monitor embedded in the table top in front of one of my colleagues. On the display, we can see that there is highly-specialized technical work being done. I am amazed at the level of programming that is being accomplished.

The monitor is facing me and I can see that a userid and password are required with every command. This seems excessive and I comment on it.

The guy sitting across from me explains that this is the latest form of "cube" programming.

A crowd has gathered and is watching this demonstration. Although we have no idea what function these programs serve, we are all impressed with this level of programming.

Since I can see only the monitor, I am curious as to who is actually doing the programming that we are seeing. "I am," replies the guy sitting across from me as he touches an icon on the screen. Now, I am really impressed. At no time while watching this demonstration did I see him interact with the program - there were no visible input devices like a keyboard or mouse - yet he had been controlling the programs that we had seen.

This is the most impressive advancement in computer technology that I have seen in the past 15 years.

9/21/05

Words from the waking world: As has been the trend lately, much of the dreamtime content has remained in the dreamworld. Dream 1 is just the tail end of a long dream sequence that I don't remember. Dream 2 is complete as recorded here.

Dream 1: I am walking outdoors, stepping over puddles. As I step over one small puddle, a tiny green frog raises his front leg and waves at me. We are both happy and his waving makes us both happier.

Dream 2: I am hosting a party in my home while dressed casually in red cotton shorts and a white t-shirt. There are several guests but none that I can identify specifically - they are all just generic dream guests.

As I move among the partiers I realize that I am a little more casually dressed than most of the guests who are wearing long pants and collared shirts.

I am so casual that I am not even wearing underwear. The thought of being around all of these people without underwear is exciting. I become aroused and, considering that I am wearing red shorts, find it hard to hide my excitement.

Moving through the guests, trying to find a private place, I either crouch with my fists stuffed in my pockets to hide myself or I put my hands behind my back and push myself forward making a display of my tenting.

Eventually I clear through the crowd and make my way into the laundry closet. There are stacks of clean laundry and piles of dirty laundry in this closet. I sit on a stack of clean laundry and as I recline, I pull my t-shirt over my head and cannot see anything but the white light filtered through my t-shirt.

Blind, reclined and erect, I hear someone approach. I am pleased that they have noticed my situation I am even more pleased when they begin...

9/19/05

Snakes. Payments due. Too many people. Something about food.

Words from the waking world: It's been rather quiet here because dreams have been unremembered. I know that I have been dreaming because I hear their faded echoes throughout the day.

For me, remembering dreams seems to work best when I can gather all of the filaments of the dream together while I am still submerged in the dream and pull them up with me as I float towards wakefulness.
Invariably, some of these threads slip through my grasp and slip back into the murky depths of dreamland; most, however, make it to the surface with me where I can untangle them and brush out the knots.

Lately, the process of waking is less like floating and more like falling. One second I am warm and weightless, suspended over the mirror image of the peaceful sky, the next second I am crashing through icy shards of that once still surface. The mirror is shattered and I am struggling to rise up from the depths and reach the surface where I can take my first waking breath.

In the space of that one breath, the world is altered and the vision of how it was is lost forever.

9/8/05

Words from the waking world: Dreams have been too wispy lately. I wake lightly, remembering the dream but before full consciousness, thoughts stir and the dreams evaporate. There have been many dreams but upon waking they are gone. Often I catch glimpses of them but never enough to reconstruct something worth relating.

I am in a workshop repairing electronic equipment. Everyone around me is performing intricate operations on live patients. Each person is operating on a single patient, one-on-one, and each operator is focused solely on the person they are operating on. I alone can look around and see what each of them is doing. I know that I should be doing similar operations on humans, not working on electronics, but no one has assigned me a specific patient.

There is a strong sense that my patient will be arriving soon and to be ready, I must complete this mechanical work. I would like to hurry through the electronics but I realize that to get to the "fun" work (operating on humans), I must responsibly complete the task I am currently working on. I carefully proceed with the electronics while anticipating the opportunity to do some real work.