June 15, 2001

  • I fell asleep at the keyboard again last night.  It seems I'm falling alseep everywhere but in bed--on the floor, in the shower, in a chair, sometimes even head to the keyboard.  Maybe I should design a keyboard with soft, fluffy keys that can double as a pillow.  And each key would have a little hypodermic-type injecting sensor so that after I fall alseep, they could shoot into my head, and type my dreams as I experience them.  I can see it now…a repetitive synapse burn of s-e-x, s-e-x, s-e-x…


     No, not really.   I hardly ever dream about sex, actually.  What do you think I am, some kind of fantasy-fiend?  No, I'm an on-again, off-again lucid dreamer mostly, so my dreams are always about *scenes* -- backwater takes on energy raveling and unraveling, strangers talking, whispering, crossing streets, smoking on benches, walking by the sea.  None of it ever makes much sense, except upon the rare occasion that I  flow precisely with the lucidity and am able to seduce the dream.  Then all the gibberish and cross-referencing becomes intelligible and I am listening, sensing, feeling, knowing, reaching out to the world, this world, our world, other worlds—through dream energy, by directing the dream.  But, of late, the art of such has eluded me.  So I've only been dreaming of chaotic, shadowy, whispery *scenes* where humanity get anonymously amassed and the morass of oblivion eventually enshrouds me.


    Just a thought: Is falling asleep at the keyboard on the Internet Highway the same as falling asleep at the wheel?


    Did I crash?  Did I burn?  Is this?…no, I don't want know.

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