I’ve been having weird dreams lately. Strange dreams of me being in school again, and not knowing which class I’m supposed to be in or where the room is located. Being stranded because someone stole one (just one?) of my crutches. Like I said, weird!
Plus I’m getting phone calls in my dream from a friend that has passed away. I wake up wishing I could call this friend. I hear Jimmy’s laugh in my dream and I wake up missing him. It is a tribute to him that the ting I remember and dream about is his laughter.
I’m still fighting a mental block, I find it difficult to focus my mind on creativity. I have a friend who wrote something similar on his site the other day. Are the drugs we use as prescribed by doctors dulling our creativity. Hmm, it feels like it to me. I used to dream up stories all the time, no sweat. I’m older now, I don’t want to believe that age might also be a reason.
Most likely I think environment and experiences might be affecting how I think. More than drugs or age. Because I do know that William S. Burroughs wrote most of his best stuff on drugs, and not the prescribed ones. So many artists have “enhanced” their creativity with chemicals.
Let me be clear, I do not advocate illegal drug use, neither do I condemn it. It’s a personal choice to begin with, after that it is a lifetime struggle to manage an addiction (in some cases). I do think it is a factor in some artist’s work. Burroughs, Leary, Hendrix, Morrison, Cobain, and I’m sure tons more that I am missing. I think some of their work is amazing and definitely creative.
Cobain for one tapped into pain and angst in his lyrics and I still find them intriguing to listen too. Most of what he did in his short career will stand the test of time.
I’ve never been a part of the drug culture. Most people don’t believe me when I say I’ve never even smoked marijuana. But it’s true. Pathetic, maybe, but true. My point is, are the drugs that are deemed “safe” by my doctors affecting me in ways I don’t want them too? I’m not sure, can’t seem to find hard data on it. There are a lot of people asking the question though. I’m going to do more in-depth research I think.
For those who don’t know TiVo, the TV DVR, has a feature called TiVo Recommends. It takes a look at the things you record and then select programs from the guide that it thinks you will like and records them for you to browse through and maybe select something to watch that you didn’t record or might not have know was playing on one of the 500 lame channels (that’s another post) you have on your cable or satellite package. It is a feature that I really like, although it’s not perfect. And apparently I’m not the only one with this problem. Although, for the most part I watch only The History Channel, The Discovery Channel, and occasionally Adult Swim on Cartoon Network.
I recently had to wipe TiVo’s on board brain that stores my preferences. For some reason TiVo Series 2 is having a problem and must be kicked in the ass every once in a while. A result of this “TiVolobotomy” is that it loses all the recommendation data that I took time to tailor to my tastes. The problem with it being reset is that TiVo once again thinks I a gay Neo-Nazi. As I said, I’m not the only person with this problem.
There is one other “new feature” I noticed this morning. TiVo apparently reads minds and monitors your dreams. I was having a dream this morning of The X-Files. I used to watch the show back in the day, I liked it. It was an odd dream, didn’t make much sense to me. But then I woke up and reached to turn on the TV, I usually watch the news in the morning. Lo and behold TiVo was recording an episode of The X-Files for me. Just a bit creepy if you ask me.
I’m still thinking about the dream I had last night. Normally I don’t remember my dreams or if I do they don’t stick and are forgotten by the time my day has started. I’m not sure why this dream seems to have stuck in my head. It was an odd dream that made little sense.
The things I remember are just flashes and images really. But I do remember someone playing their version of “Teen Spirit”. It had a different style to it and it sounded nothing like the Nirvana version. But I could make out what song was being played. Strange because though I have the original album, I rarely listen to it.
The next thing I remember is a scouting trip to the Arctic and being partially submerge in the water near an ice floe. Once again don’t ask me why. I have no clue. I don’t even remember making it out of the water. But I wasn’t scared or even remotely cold or frozen. Which I find odd.
Lastly, and most weirdly (is that word?), I can remember some sort or strange bomb going off. Giant arcs of yellow/orange plasma energy all around. I remember feeling a tingle in the air as the bolts of energy shot back and forth surrounding me. Then comes the really weird part. The rocks on the ground around me began to form faces and speak! I’m disappointed, I don’t remember what they said.
Now let me just state for the record; I have never done drugs of any kind. But from this nocturnal journey of 1990’s grunge, Arctic exploring, and talking landscapes, you’d never freakin’ know that! The only thing I can think is NO MORE XANTH NOVELS BEFORE BEDTIME! But then again it was better than the nightmares I have at times that set off my anxiety attacks. (see Night Mare, I guess)