Tuesday, April 20, 2021
Those dreams
Saturday, April 17, 2021
The latest from Morpheus World
...(by which I mean dream land). After I went back to sleep around 7am, I found myself attending some kind of outdoor festival, sitting casually close to and having a pleasant conversation with long ago ex-girlfriend Ginger A. I was mindful of the friendly intimacy this implied and thought I would "play it cool" as I did in my youth to enhance her feelings toward me. Mary Lou was sitting close by and I wondered what she was thinking about the situation. It seems like someone was supposed to supply me with an auto but the next thing I recall is I had been abducted by an evil dark-haired perhaps forty something white man with a sort of wavy Afro and a full beard. He was running a criminal operation based in a hair salon where women were situated at little work stations around a large room. The man had given me a drug to subdue or confuse me but it didn't seem to be having a dramatic effect, if any at all. He was telling me something about his schemes in a smug manner while a couple of his thugs stood by. Having some freedom to walk around, I opened a door to a staircase that led to an upper floor only to find a big thug who looked like a surfer dude beating up a skinny kid with a skeletal, wooden prosthetic leg. The sight was appalling. The kid talked back sarcastically to the thug when the beating stopped. The evil guy made a comment that the drug he gave me was wearing off and explained that all this was an experiment to prove something nefarious was going on with AT&T involving how they abused human operators. This didn't make any sense to me. I saw the chance to escape and I fled out the front door, jumping over a turnstile. I started down a highway to my left hoping to return to the festival but the road seemed to lead elsewhere through a rural landscape toward a resort hotel or apartment complex on a hill. As I approached, I saw people sitting in bleacher chairs like a stadium pointed toward the approaching road. I now was holding a three foot long helium-filled balloon that lifted me gently into the air past the bleacher seats to an upper deck. When I reached a retaining wall in front of that level, I saw numerous people having sex out of sight from ground level. This was disconcerting and I decided to go past them and return to the ground. I made a soft landing in some kind of organic material that stretched around the back and side of the building, then proceeded back down the road. I was looking for a gas station or convenience store with the idea of calling Mary Lou but the ones I saw were closed or abandoned, Then, I tried calling her on my cell phone but I couldn't get the number pad to come up. I was fumbling through various apps including email but nothing was responding effectively to my efforts. I tried using a voice command "Phone!" and that didn't work either. I was becoming increasingly frustrated and anxious when I woke up.
I see the dream having elements of Episode 1 of Peaky Blinders we watched last night and a story on the news about a New York Times journalist who was held hostage by the Taliban for many months before escaping over a wall and finding refuge at a Pakistani military outpost. Reading extensively in Jung's Collected Works before I began my professional studies, I learned to view dreams as stories reflecting the complexities of the psyche that led the way to integration of the personality and wholeness. The fundamental argument is a dream is a product of ones own brain, so all the characters must be aspects of the dreamer. (The same argument applies to fiction writing, as well.) I employed this theory in my clinical practice, using Jung's active imagination technique, and I still think this way although without the enthusiasm I once had long ago. Perhaps I would do well to revisit the idea of integration of the psyche.
I will note that everyone in the dream had white skin. Thinking further, the dream has themes of shady secrets and the general corruption of society. To begin with, I have a hidden agenda to make myself attractive to an ex-girlfriend whom I'm no longer interested in in Real Life except as a Facebook friend. The people and corporations with power are abusing the vulnerable ones under their control. I'm caught in this matrix of corruption.being used by a criminal genius to disrupt a powerful company he has some issue with. There are festivals and people idly sitting in bleacher chairs while small businesses are closing down. People at high levels are having orgies out of sight of people at lower levels. The technology I depend upon is malfunctioning or maybe it's that I'm impaired cognitively. What sort of world am I caught up in?
Thursday, April 15, 2021
What's going on with me?
It's been raining persistently in Baton Rouge for three days. This morning a titanic outburst of thunder and lightening raged right on top of us around 5am. Mary Lou was sleeping here after staying two nights at Maureen's house to help because Cody was on the road. Her sister Jane Kelley has been hospitalized with kidney and urinary tract infections that became dangerous after she experienced severe abdominal pain and relapsed briefly rather than seeking medical treatment. She got angry when I didn't respond to her need for me to get her apartment key at the hospital and make a run to her apartment and back as quickly as she demanded. I had valid reasons and was ready to do it until she told me via text not to bother. No doubt, her anxiety about being sick and having to pay for the ICU out of pocket made her out of sorts. But I've done many kind things for Jane and I'm not inclined to reach out to smooth the episode over.
With all this happening, I've been at home except for having dinner each evening at Maureen's. My state of mind has been very detached bordering on apathetic. I don't have a set routine and I spend my days doing whatever I wish to- which isn't much. I get up early, anywhere from 3am to 5:30am depending on when I wake up and feel alert and hungry. After eating a bowl of cereal with half a banana, I go back to bed, clear my mind with my little meditation technique and sleep some more, shooting for at least 8 hours total and sometimes hitting as much as 9 and a half! I like to sleep and I tend to remember dreams during the second sleep.
We're still in pandemic times so I spend almost all my days at home, occasionally going to the grocery store, a doctor's appointment or out to eat with my bubble people (Mary Lou, Maureen, Cody and Jane). I may sit in this chair for hours or I may get up and water the flowers and shrubs. Puttering in the yard is one of the few activities I find engaging. I've developed a fascination with the vines that grow aggressively amid the trees and bushes on the edges of our yard. They come in a wide variety of sizes and forms, ranging from slender tendrils to thick, hairy ones that attach themselves tenaciously to the trunks of trees and wrap themselves snake-like around the branches, creating an intricate tangle all the way to the top of their tallest reaches. Those require extensive work to undo. I can spend hours painstakingly removing them, cutting and sawing them into pieces, pulling them away from their hosts, dragging them to a metal table on the back patio, cutting and sawing them into manageable segments and burning them in the outdoor fireplace. (All of this is documented on my Instagram feed.) I like to burn them and the smoke discourages the prosperous local squirrels from building a nest in the chimney as they once did, requiring us to hire men with a long ladder to remove it. I've thought for years about buying a long ladder without acting on the thought, typical me.
I make the bed sooner or later, this being a vestige of one of my few household duties in childhood. Sooner may be right after I eat breakfast while later may be late in the afternoon. Making the bed is a gesture toward not becoming completely disengaged and indifferent to still being alive. But these days I procrastinate at great length about taking care of business that isn't extremely pressing which very little is. I lack initiative to work on my few remaining goals- working on creating best quality recordings of my original songs, organizing and storing the family archives and using my knowledge and skills to write. I still maintain daily engagement with Facebook and Instagram where much of my best writing occurs, sharing my thoughts and dispensing doses of quality support to friends in need (and we're all in need) and where I post lovely photos of flowers and vines and trees and cute animals and the LSU Lakes but my enthusiasm is low since Biden won (thank God!) and there's once more hope for America and the world, though the problems are deep and thorny. I'm happy we have a granddaughter- she's very beautiful and appears to be extremely intelligent at age three months. I didn't want my genetic line to die out entirely- the human race can certainly use some talented people reared by good parents. Maureen and Cody are definitely that. My loyalty is to our entire species. I wonder if we'll become extinct via our own dysfunction or natural catastrophe of some sort and I do feel both desire and duty to do what I can to move us in the right direction. Writing about what I know in case someone in the future can benefit from it is the most important thing I can think of to do and I'm not doing nearly as much of it as I believe I should. I do put a lot of good thinking into posts and comments on Facebook, for what it's worth and perhaps it is worth something.
I've had two shots of the Moderna vaccine making me safe from severe covid for at least the next 5 months. I've got a trip to Athens in the works, leaving by auto Friday April 23 and driving back on Sunday May 2. I want to visit as many Athens friends as possible. As I think about it, it feels like a farewell visit but perhaps I'm being dramatic in my thoughts. How long has it been, well over a year, maybe two years? But aging and death are in my thoughts daily. I've accepted being blind in my left eye and I could well live another 20 years or so, but who knows? "The future's uncertain, the end is always near."
Tuesday, April 13, 2021
Thoughts on Hemingway
I just listened to "The old man and the sea" read by Donald Sutherland. I'm struck by how sophisticated literary criticism is a very subjective undertaking (or perhaps "autopsy" is a better descriptor of what they do to an author's story). In the Ken Burns documentary, distinguished Peruvian novelist Mario Vargas Llosa praised it while distinguished Irish novelist Edna O'Brien (who commented favorably on other of Hemingway's works) panned it. Is either of them or anyone right or wrong? One finds it beautiful , interesting, entertaining and/or meaningful or one finds it some other way. At best, we have our reasons for our opinions... but they're still just opinions. And all of this is just mine. Me? As an aging man struggling with whether I've accomplished enough, I found it beautiful, interesting and meaningful.
Monday, April 12, 2021
Belief in God
Friday, April 9, 2021
Finding the treasure
Monday, April 5, 2021
Note to Laura T.
Hi, Laura,