I imagine he was dreaming as he camped out on the Fox River (he set the story in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and called it The Big Two Hearted River, a river very close to my camp–I live on the Little Two Hearted. However, we Yoopers know he was really fishing the Fox River due to clues in the narrative about the terrain and the proximity of the river from the train station). I can relate to his sentiment here, and the fact that a dream life is every bit as fulfilling, yet never really separate. The frustrations we all share of a waking reality. I sip coffee bright and early this morning since I have to have my hair done earlier than I like. Sweet and chocolaty as usual–and my favorite time of the day. I’ll be taking The Lost Symbol with me to the salon and should have some interesting research to post tomorrow. It will feel good to get into work. This Dan Brown book (DaVinci Code author) deals with the Institute of Noetic Sciences, a real organization:
For centuries, philosophers from Plato forward have used the term noetic to refer to experiences that pioneering psychologist William James (1902) described as:
…states of insight into depths of truth unplumbed by the discursive intellect. They are illuminations, revelations, full of significance and importance, all inarticulate though they remain; and as a rule they carry with them a curious sense of authority.
The term noetic sciences was first coined in 1973 when the Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS) was founded by Apollo 14 astronaut Edgar Mitchell, who two years earlier became the sixth man to walk on the moon. Ironically, it was the trip back home that Mitchell recalls most, during which he felt a profound sense of universal connectedness—what he later described as a samadhi experience. In Mitchell’s own words, “The presence of divinity became almost palpable, and I knew that life in the universe was not just an accident based on random processes. . . .The knowledge came to me directly. -Institute of Noetic Sciences
I’m really looking forward to researching this. Dreams, premonitions, synchronicity, time relationships. Stay tuned!
My son and his girlfriend are roasting chickens for us this evening, but I’ll likely make myself a few eggs after the salon. Maybe a bit of bacon. I’m on keto now for a while, a transition that hasn’t been all that smooth–already my ear is ringing and they itch and my eyes are puffy, one stuck shut this morning. I only added chili sauce and horseradish. Tomatoes are nightshades, however. So far, just a bit of tomato or sauce, vinegar, lettuce, a touch of onion, and I feel like I’m reacting, my mood not as good. I like to eat between 1 p.m. and 7:30, a bit of intermittent fasting, so after the appontment will work out well.. My Warriormade workouts will be Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday this week. I’ll be continuing Keto through ongoing and will report results as they occur, more pictures periodically. See my prior blogs for details on my Carnivore Diet Experiment.
Dreams: Kind of involved. I had had some kind of surgery and some guy was driving me from my dad’s house in Elk Rapids type area downstate. A four hour drive. He was really strange and I was worried he was an ax murderer. He kept stopping and messing with the car. He was middle-aged and had sandy colored hair, like the guy who exposed himself to me when I was 13. Except part of the time I was driving alone only about 35 mph and through countryside nothing like I-75. I remember being afraid of bears (I watched The Revenant Friday night and we do have bears on our property at times). Then I was trying to copy this document on a copier and it was spitting out three copies and five carbons like an old type writer but they weren’t right and I kept doing it and then trying to send a telegram about all this to my friend Karen on what looked like a computer type station you’d order food from at a fast food restaurant or get your tickets at an airport–those new things they have at McDonalds when you walk in. Kiosks are they called? Then I was trying to copy some kind of velcro thing that I was trying to attach to what looked like a backpack arrangement but was supposed to support my back–I think it was back surgery I’d had. it wouldn’t stick, of course. Tried three different copies. Then I was with a girl I didn’t know, young, and a table full of people in a Burger King I think it was and they wouldn’t wait on us–apparently they were supposed to take our order at the table. So I yelled at the manager who was just hanging out sitting on the edge of a table. The whole dream was one of those frustrating ones like when you can’t dial the phone to call someone or you can’t run or move, nothing works and you can’t get where you are going or contact anyone to help. I couldn’t get the telegram to go through to my friend Karen. (I’ve dreamed about her three times in the last month.) Not sure what this corresponds to in my life at the moment. I had an earlier dream that had something to do with a car as well and the vague feeling my mother was there again. I’m trying to invoke dreams about my mother who passed away in 1994–I want her to tell me who told her my son would be born with Down Syndrome (a dream sort of–or not a dream. She said someone “told her. But definitely a premonition.) I’ve dreamed about her twice so far, but nothing detailed or specific enough. Still, invoking her is working since I hadn’t dreamed about her in years. I’m experimenting with lucid dreaming.
Happy Monday. Your dreams? They might help me with my new novel. Diet experiments?