I sometimes think the quality of the lucid dream environment (aka, the dream holodeck) isn’t quite like it is back here in the physical world, but during lucid dreams the last two mornings I’ve been walking around and exploring the details, and I keep saying,“Man, this is good.” The environment is so life-like I have to keep checking my hands to make sure I’m asleep.
Ender’s Game isn’t a “feel good” movie, but for what it is — a science fiction war movie — it’s one of the smartest movies of the last five years, with terrific special effects.
I wake up at 3:40am, hearing something dripping. I follow the sound around the new apartment until I find that it’s coming from the refrigerator. Looking around, I don’t see any water on the floor, inside the refrigerator compartment, or in the freezer. My guess is that this is what it sounds like when it defrosts. I have a sip of water and go back to bed.
I wake up some time later. It’s bright, so I don’t want to open my eyes. I’m enjoying a comfortable rest, and the pillow and sheets smell fresh and clean.
Why is it so bright? I haven’t been here long, but I know that the Sun rises on the other side of the building, and my bedroom only get indirect light in the morning.
Without moving my body, I open my eyes and look around. I see enough to know that I’m in a hospital.
Wow, how embarrassing. It has taken me *years* to realize that when I run on all fours in a dream that I’m actually a dog (or maybe some other four-legged animal).
I finally realized it this morning when I was running like that and came up to a group of human friends, and one said something like, “Hey, look over there, it’s your new friend.”
When I looked in the direction he was pointing I saw a group of people who didn’t look familiar, and a black dog. Just then the dog came running at me. When it got to me it started licking and biting me and I thought, “This dog is crazy, why doesn’t someone get it off of me,” when everything suddenly made sense.
A very large, muscular guy walks into the fitness center. He looks at the big-screen television, which is currently playing a commercial, and then looks at me. “You watchin’ this?,” he asks forcefully.
As he turned to look at me, the show I was watching came back on. I catch my breath, point at the tv, and say, “The Princess Bride.”
He turns and looks back at the tv for a few moments. “Cool,” he says, and begins to lift some weights.
Here’s a little lesson on empathy, from the movie 13 Going on 30.
A few people I’ve talked to recently who have (or had) cancer told me they can clearly remember the moment when their doctor told them that they had cancer.
In my case I do remember the conversation with the doctor, but that was more of a formality. When I picked up the phone to talk to her, I already had a pad of paper and a pencil in hand, and I was ready to write down the details she was going to tell me. Because in my case I was pretty certain that I had cancer when I saw the ultrasound results a few days earlier.
Here’s a link to a good article titled, “How Google ‘Got’ Design.”
Every winter in Talkeetna, Alaska they have a “Bachelor Auction & Ball.” I don’t know if the photos in this story are safe for work, but if you’re interested, check it out.
Netflix thought In Your Eyes would be a five-star movie for me, and after watching it twice so far, I agree. The IMDB short description: “Two seemingly unconnected souls from different corners of the United States make a telepathic bond that allows them to see, hear and feel the others experiences, creating a bond that apparently can't be broken.”