Went rock-climbing tonight with my bro. It was really great. I missed being up on the wall and just feeling that little success boost that comes when you reach the top.
(unfortunately it made my already hurt wrist more hurt. Blah. oh well it will get better)
I had a really great day! Thank you to everyone that helped make it so nice!!
"So I looked at the scenery,
She read her magazine;
And the moon rose over an open field.
"Kathy, I’m lost", I said,
Though I know she was sleeping.
"I’m empty and aching and
I don’t know why.”
Lucid dream [is] a phenomenon in which the dreamer becomes aware they are dreaming and can potentially control their actions as well as the content and context of the dream. Lucid dreams are generally understood to occur exclusively during REM, the final phase of the sleep cycle that is most closely related to wakefulness and the one generally associated with dreams. Research on the prevalence of lucid dreamers suggests that if you’ve never had a lucid dream, you may be in the minority.
[Studies indicate] that practicing a physical activity during a lucid dream could improve performance in waking life.
The strategy laid out for actively training yourself to lucid dream [in the] 1991 book, Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming … boils down to are identifying discrepancies from reality that can help you realize you are dreaming and, hopefully, gain conscious control of your dream. The first step, therefore, is to spend a few weeks recording your dreams and identifying these themes."
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Hey guys! My bfa/advanced illustration class had it’s last class today. I decided to show you the work of the lovely people I’ve gone to school with! I’ll add links when I’m not on my phone.
The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth."
i guess you could call this
a moist owlet