my education
Sep. 10th, 2013 05:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI had some vivid dreams. First one, I was in this building that reminded me of the ICA, with it location and with the fierce whiteness causing me to feel weightless and the art on the wall were black and white photographs overlaid with bright green noise, and there was a play there in this long rectangular room where one of the wall was covered with words like the cover of Hail To The Thief except the boxes were black and the words were in bright LED, and all the performers were dressed in glittering robes, and this woman was taking pictures and I wanted to see them to see what the wall said, and then I told her it's too bad she wasn't real because I was dreaming and then I woke up. Sorry if that was a bit incoherent; dreams usually are.
The day after that, little of importance happened.
A few nights later, I had a triptych dream, or rather, a reverse triptych where the two side panels are far larger than the central panel. First part: there's this colliery in a vast and flat and featureless cavern, and in one of the buildings covered in glowing glyphs, there's a transdimensional demon, and I gather up a spirit (a giant floating ethereal head), a cat, and a girl, and we rearrange pieces of an image of a dilapidated rust-red house with the bathroom wall smashed in, and there's snow everywhere and the sky is vitreous brown, and we're teleported there and we all trudge trough the snow to this gathering, where we exile someone else to the methane seas of Titan where there are sexless organisms and ice floes. For some reason afterwards it reminded me of the plot of Yaleen.
The third part, I'm in this baroque-rococo palace, trying to elude guards and one of them has seen some movie too many times and is acting like one of the characters, and some of the doors are covered with an almost imperceptible red barrier that wasn't there when I went through before.
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and now to reality and a very quiet day at the Wildlife Center.
Someone who came in to visit was from Malaysia. I didn't notice until she mentioned that the lizards she saw weren't as big as Skinky, but we don't have lizards in Massachusetts, okay, maybe we do, but they may or may not be extirpated, and I said that, and she's like, "Oh, I'm from Kedah. K E D A H. They're all like geckos there." Actually actually checking Wikipedia, I don't think it was Kedah. And there are orangutans there and gibbons and a fuckload of monkeys. Some monkeys even stole her drink. She knows about the crows in Japan learning how to use traffic lights to their advantage.
I found a live mouse in the laundry bin that was a bit too defensive to be raised as food. Brody took it outside.
Brian was imagining the raccoons using stethoscopes to open garbage disposals like they were safe-crackers. Feel free to illustrate that.
He's been to Costa Rica, where there are monkeys and lizards larger than Skinky and Spyro. I know people who have been to Bhutan, where they measure success as gross domestic happiness. He knows someone who has been to North Korea, where they thought 1984 was an ideal society. I know someone from Laos, where there are spiders the size of dinner plates. At least I can say I'm not the only person who's never went to anywhere interesting outside the country. And neither of us know anyone who's been to Burma, where the military dictatorship consults with astrologers and numerologists and says that you can vote for anyone you want as long as they approve.
burning question: if you suddenly found yourself in control of a dictatorship, populist or not, popular or not, what would you do?
The day after that, little of importance happened.
A few nights later, I had a triptych dream, or rather, a reverse triptych where the two side panels are far larger than the central panel. First part: there's this colliery in a vast and flat and featureless cavern, and in one of the buildings covered in glowing glyphs, there's a transdimensional demon, and I gather up a spirit (a giant floating ethereal head), a cat, and a girl, and we rearrange pieces of an image of a dilapidated rust-red house with the bathroom wall smashed in, and there's snow everywhere and the sky is vitreous brown, and we're teleported there and we all trudge trough the snow to this gathering, where we exile someone else to the methane seas of Titan where there are sexless organisms and ice floes. For some reason afterwards it reminded me of the plot of Yaleen.
The third part, I'm in this baroque-rococo palace, trying to elude guards and one of them has seen some movie too many times and is acting like one of the characters, and some of the doors are covered with an almost imperceptible red barrier that wasn't there when I went through before.
**********
and now to reality and a very quiet day at the Wildlife Center.
Someone who came in to visit was from Malaysia. I didn't notice until she mentioned that the lizards she saw weren't as big as Skinky, but we don't have lizards in Massachusetts, okay, maybe we do, but they may or may not be extirpated, and I said that, and she's like, "Oh, I'm from Kedah. K E D A H. They're all like geckos there." Actually actually checking Wikipedia, I don't think it was Kedah. And there are orangutans there and gibbons and a fuckload of monkeys. Some monkeys even stole her drink. She knows about the crows in Japan learning how to use traffic lights to their advantage.
I found a live mouse in the laundry bin that was a bit too defensive to be raised as food. Brody took it outside.
Brian was imagining the raccoons using stethoscopes to open garbage disposals like they were safe-crackers. Feel free to illustrate that.
He's been to Costa Rica, where there are monkeys and lizards larger than Skinky and Spyro. I know people who have been to Bhutan, where they measure success as gross domestic happiness. He knows someone who has been to North Korea, where they thought 1984 was an ideal society. I know someone from Laos, where there are spiders the size of dinner plates. At least I can say I'm not the only person who's never went to anywhere interesting outside the country. And neither of us know anyone who's been to Burma, where the military dictatorship consults with astrologers and numerologists and says that you can vote for anyone you want as long as they approve.
burning question: if you suddenly found yourself in control of a dictatorship, populist or not, popular or not, what would you do?
