Subconscious Freak Out.

Usually, I sleep pretty well. Rarely do I wake up in the middle of the night or find myself uncomfortable (unless I'm really cold --- I have very poor circulation). Well. Not last night.

I tossed and turned and woke up and fell back into light sleep a million times within the 5 hours allotted I had to slumber. It was quite horrible...and I woke up and couldn't figure out why that happened!

It could have been a number of things...too much wine, eating too much apple pie so close to bed, knowing I have to wake up early...well, all those things seemed to make sense to me.

Then I realized one very important detail: I was sleeping with the television off.

If you've read my previous post "Hot Haunting", you'll know that I have slept with the TV on in my room for about 8 years now. Religiously. For some reason, last night, I forgot to turn it on or something. And as a result...my body freaked out and couldn't sleep.

I had to rule out the wine, the apple pie, and the waking up early because those things happen on a regular basis (although sometimes the apple pie is substituted for cake. Or cookies. Or hot chocolate. Or s'mores.), and I always end up sleeping just fine.

I find it incredibly interesting how my body knew something was up, even though I wasn't consciously thinking about it.

Today's lesson: listen to your instincts, and pay attention to your subconscious. It will almost always lead you down the right path. Turns out your brain knows more than you think it does.

First Fire Story.

I was watching the mosquito tiki-torches burning a few moments ago, and got to thinking about stories around the fire.

I wonder what the earliest story ever told was. Like, you know, when cavemen were sitting around with other cavemen, they had to talk (or grunt) about something . . .

Here's an writer's rendering of the first story ever told:

"Once upon a time, yesterday, I threw a spear at a mastodon. It died, and I ate some of it. In fact, you probably ate some of it too. The end."

I want to turn this story into a movie. But I don't know who to contact about copyrights...

Invisible Qualities of the Universe.

Isn't it a little bit creepy that there are things in this universe human beings can't see?

Anything on the atomic level, ultra-violet and infrared light, bacteria...heck, the human eye can't even pick out every flap of a hummingbird's wings.

This leads me to believe that our universe has some strange qualities that we probably don't even know about. Okay, DUH. Obviously there are things about the universe that we don't know. But really, think about the possibilities...

There could be creepy shadow people from another dimension creeping around my bedroom as we speak. There could be trans-dimensional creatures everywhere. Protons might house billions of other universes. Aliens from the future could be running around in circles so fast, no one could even tell (why they are running around in circles, well...don't ask me, I'm not an alien from the future).

And, most haunting of all...if there are invisible people watching me at all times...I can't dance around naked in my bedroom to The Fine Young Cannibals anymore.

Dang.

Robot Love.

So, robots.

I think I'm the type of person who would actually fall in love with a robot. That's either a good thing or a bad thing: either I embrace differences and I don't discriminate, or, I'm completely psycho.

As long as the robot has a voice like Hal (2001: A Space Odyssey), I'd probably fall head over heels.

Which makes me wonder...how many people have actually fallen in love with machines? You know, like, toasters and such? There has to be someone. Hmm, educated guess? About...23. 23 people have legitimately fallen in love with machines.

Of course, machines are different than robots, in my opinion. When I think of robot, I think of something a little more intelligent. Well, now that I think about it, it's not that crazy to fall in love with a toaster.

Toast is, for lack of a better term, yummy.

Art Film Memories.

The human brain is an exceptionally amazing and strange creature.

Something as simple as chemical and electric signals provide us with memories: remembrances of sounds, scents, events, and images. Whether we like it or not, our past experiences live only in the mushy gray-matter housed within our skulls.

HOW IN WET ATLANTIS DOES THAT EVEN WORK?!?

I want to invent a machine that hooks up to your brain and projects your memories onto a big screen, so you can share them with other people. Of course, memories probably don't play like films. I'm certain there are a multitude of jump cuts, garbled audio, and unclear images and narrative...

Oh no. Are my memories ... ART FILMS?!

Peachy Dreams.

I have very strange, vivid dreams. Upon waking, I usually pick out a few of the items I believe could mean something, and look them up on dreammoods.com.

It's absolutely uncanny how what I dream usually reflects what's going on in my life. And I don't mean, like, you know, in literal terms. It's not like I eat a peach and then dream that I'm eating a peach later that night. Too obvious. It's more like, I eat a peach and dream about riding a white unicorn, which, apparently, according to some dream dictionary, means that I believe my peach was delicious and that I should seriously consider eating another peach in the future. (Dreaming about riding a white unicorn, in actuality, has nothing to do with peaches. As far as I know).

So are these dream symbols matching up with my life by coincidence? Or does my subconscious mind, only able to think freely when I am in the deepest stages of sleep, actually tell me things about my daily life and seek to lead me down the right path?

That's actually kind of creepy.

Moon Questions.

The moon. The pinnacle of all mysteries...the grandaddy of the unknown...the final frontier ---

Oh wait. We totally went to the moon.

With the recent moon landing anniversary, I feel it would be appropriate that this post revolves around (no pun intended?) that silvery ball we like to call the moon.

I was looking at the moon a few weeks ago. And it positively blew my mind that HUMANS have STEPPED on the moon.

If, by chance, any of the astronauts who have in fact walked around on the moon are reading this blog, I have some questions:

1.) What is moon dust like? Is it all shimmery and light? Or is it chalky and dirty?
2.) What does the sun look like from the moon's surface?
3.) Do you think the moon is haunted by the ghost of moons past?
4.) On a scale of 1-10, how cheese-like is the moon?
5.) In your opinion, which other moon could kick our moons ass?

I like to think scientifically.

Animals In The Ether.

How does Jumanji work?

I want to commission a couple of scientists --- physicists, mathematicians, and the like --- to give me some logical explanation as to how that game is possible.

Does the game have some sort of singularity in it? A black hole? A worm hole? It has to be some sort of hole, because it holds various large and dangerous animals as well as a scruffy Robin Williams.

Obviously, some of the magic lies within the dice. I wonder how I can get my hands on those...

Can you imagine? I roll snake eyes and a nice surprise pops out of nowhere. Well...of course, I'd have to tweak the game a bit so dangerous animals would be replaced by delicious cakes.