While “modern” man knows more about the human mind than was ever known in the past (at least we’d like to believe we do), we really know very little. How do things really work upstairs anyway? I’d like to know where the storage facility is and how to go about purging information that’s no longer needed so there’s room for more pertinent, up to date information. Although if you could really do that then I wouldn’t have remembered Eli Sopow’s name. The fun thing about that ‘true story’ is that Dr. Sopow contacted me after the blog! This proves the theory that you never know when you might need something. This thought is particularly relevant right now as I am moving through the house with renewed purpose to reduce, re-use and recycle. I am a woman on a mission. But I digress.
Blogs where do the ideas come from? I fancy myself a bit of a conceptual thinker, taking concepts or events from one context and seeing if they are relevant in other circumstances. This blog post is a case in point. I try to make sense of things by connecting them to other things I already know-a compare and contrast effort. It’s not for everyone but it is, as the young folk say “the way I roll”.
Dreams, where do the ideas come from? I had a dream recently that made me think my mind treats dreams as it treats blogs. My subconscious puts two things together and says, hey that would be a good dream. And here it is:
A few weeks ago my friend Al posted some pictures of his younger days. He was playing a guitar. I didn’t realize he had a musical background (and can’t find that picture now-speaking of filing things-Al, maybe you can send it along). Around the same time there was an article in the paper about Canadian singer Jane Siberry. Jane now plays only in small venues or people’s homes. And my dream? I was in someone’s house and Al was singing and playing his guitar. He gave a very good performance and when the evening drew to a close he passed around an envelope. I put in $30. Good concert, Al. Interesting dream, there, mind of mine.
Do you find your mind strings together different things to put into a dream? Got an example you can share?
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