Waking Finnegan

“We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our whole life is rounded with a sleep” ~ Shakespeare

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Saturday, June 25, 2005

Austin Healy Dream


Playing a game of "marble checkers" (like Chinese checkers) with Ty at a picnic gathering under a grove of towering willows. But the marbles are rolling out of their gridded ball sockets---we're now working the card table legs like gladfaced synchonized dowsers aligning numerical balls into their alloted slots---green, red and yellow rinkaround orbs finding their own little cubbies. and I'm only half sure that I'm really half of the circus magic. Ty seems so keen-eyed and riveted to the table---it's clear that if I let it all go he won't miss a beat. He makes this clear by saying "It's just like with karaoke---the song will lighten up as soon as you stop singing". So I let go. He's free of me as "boat anchor". He's holding the table up one-handed looking like a sinewy Charles Atlas; much brawnier than the real one. He seems so television primed; so not real. I establish the fact that I love this 'television Ty' too, and that if there are in fact two versions, that it's alright by me.

Later we're in a familiar old Austin Healy Sprite---joyriding roofless through an amazing jungle hybrid of municipal parks---Griffith, (the Planetarium) Golden Gate, (the Botanical Gardens) and Central (with its wall of 5th Avenue apartments and hotels). I can see the bug-eyed bonnet through the chrome-plated frame and I'm sure it's the same Austin Healy that Donald P. (Claw) and Michael I. hotwired on Benton Way back in Bellevue days. Above the din Ty asks if I know about all the hidden gears. "It's got a special endless syncho-mesh of possible speeds which are radically advanced even for today." And with that I'm shifting madly while he reads instructions from a tattered glovebox manual: "Round-out the pivot hamper with slight pulling motion while damping the pinion" and I'm on grinding gears here and there but then suddenly I've got the rhythm of it VROOM! And how does a 16 year old know all this? I'm popping the squeaky clutch---slapping delicately at the stiff cueball shifter---it's radio time and there's that deliciously sticky funk of Sly Stone and his boom-chakka-lakka. I try singing along feeling mighty cool, but I mangle it and Ty says "See what I mean about the karaoke? Family affair, you know"

26 Comments:

Blogger RuKsaK said...

This may seem like a strange comment, it may not - but you really have such a way of describing driving or being in a car which makes me feel like the car is a living beast - do you dream of cars a lot?

It seems so to me.

5:24 PM  
Anonymous Anil said...

'now working the card table legs like gladfaced synchonized dowsers aligning numerical balls into their alloted slots---green, red and yellow rinkaround orbs finding their own little cubbies'

...now that was something....an image which stuck in my head like a line of some song looping in my brain...

8:29 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Those 'hidden gears' are a regular feature aren't they? Of course they have no basis in reality but in the dreamworld they are as obvious as breathing air, so we accept them without question. In the cold light of day we are left thinking "hidden gears? WTF..."

10:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

'the hidden gears', stay on in my mind long after reading it.
gulnaz

10:02 PM  
Blogger NicoleBraganza said...

Dreams are so extraordinary!

8:45 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Ruksak, In light of my dreams, it's not in the least a strange comment. I guess I'm often either in or around cars and machinery of one sort or another. I've never thought about cars in a creaturely manner, at least not consciously.

The funny thing is that I no longer drive (unless I'm on holiday and can't get around any other way). I either take the tram or train or bus or boat or bike or else by hoof.

I do have dreams about flying as well, but for whatever reason they are the least "sticky" in terms of recall. The earthbound ones have become rather easy for me to recall even in minute detail.

Anil, A song loop, huh? I realise some of it is rather loopy, but now I'm wondering what sort of music this might go to.
Hmmm.

Perfect Virgo, Funny how our blogs were simultaneously focused on particularly tasty machinery---yours quite physically real and rideable, and mine something assembled virtually out of mental flotsam---making it both less real and yet more acceptable and even interesting.

anonymous, Hi Gulnaz---why are you signing in as anonymous? Is there a problem with my comments section? I've been getting ookiness on Buick City Complex and waa wondering if you might not be going through the same.

Nicole, I'd say!

1:46 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

:)
was using this mobile on which the blogger's spaces for name and password would not show, hence the anon, but i did leave my name there.

6:14 PM  
Blogger transience said...

i saw you in my dream last night. and it had a lot to do with cars and tinted windows.

6:49 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

anything to do with machinery or gears or cars and i am at a total loss.don't like 'em and i don't understand 'em.

i do drive a car but even that i find an ugly neccesity and apart from owning a Aston Martin DB5, of which some one else would have to maintain and which i will never be able to afford, there isn't a car in the world for me that isn't just functional.

cars as creatures is an interesting view point and one that i can relate to but then again aren't cars meant to be a penis envy/display type thing?

hmmm, lets go back and see how big this Austin Healey Sprite is. could be a vital clue!

12:31 PM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

"It's got a special endless syncho-mesh of possible speeds which are radically advanced even for today."

Definitely a car of my dreams!

:-)

4:18 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

gulnaz, aha

transience, do you remember what i was wearing? last night i was attired in nothing suspicious, as it was too damned hot.
since you've never seen me before, i wonder what i looked like.

Jesus, "cars as creatures is an interesting view point and one that i can relate to but then again aren't cars meant to be a penis envy/display type thing? hmmm, lets go back and see how big this Austin Healey Sprite is. could be a vital clue!"

Well C.J., if it's size, penis envy thing you're contemplating; I gotta tell you that the clue is just about clueless, as it's one of the smallest production cars ever.

.:a:., you'll need an instruction manual. it's the only way you'll ever shift your way down the endless highway.

6:55 PM  
Blogger Pecos Blue said...

It's a great feeling riding in a great car and singing away. Wish you had a photo of you doing it as well. Maybe you are missing driving?

4:07 PM  
Blogger Laurie said...

Hi Finn, Nice blog. I added you to my list so I woule remember to visit you more often. :)

5:44 PM  
Blogger Potted-flower said...

finnegan - I think - reading transience's comment you looked like a lover waiting to be spooned. *shrugs* maybe thats just me. Cool car description - you seem to be good at that kinda stuff...

5:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow, this one gives off a "beastial" quality that Ruksak put succinctly. I feel the same way that Transcience and Potted-Flower do. Yumm.

6:56 PM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Haha.

6:20 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

pecos blue, Weee, a photo of me driving down into a ditch would be emblematic. Runnelled runner running roughly right, then left, then down.

Laurie, that would be swell.

potted-flower, oh oh, spooned sounds...erm...uh...what's the name of that other blogger..."speechless"?

anonymous, balls afire!

.:a:., .:ha!:.

8:03 PM  
Blogger floots said...

Now I know what I need: a car that won't let people kick sand in my face! Cheers.

5:54 PM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

Hey, man. Finally got the luxury of time to stay put on your blog. (Again, thanks for the link. ^_^) Ssooo, this is a dream journal... And a damn right entertaining one at that. Heehee. (Been reading past posts. Laughed so hard and long -- while reading the June 11 dream -- I almost coughed my bowels out. Wahaha.) Anyway, I'm impressed with how vividly you describe the scenes, especially the sequence of events. Are you a lucid dreamer, too? To the extent that you can consciously act in your dreams (not just be awake and aware in such), or even modify dreamscapes?

Will be back for more. ^_^

1:45 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

floots, i know the feeling. you know you could just spend more time building sand castles---whatever is kicked in your face will contribute to your granular ghetto's magnificence.

soulless, glad to have you over for tea with these other lovely folks.

I'd meant to ask if you made your own animated banner. If so, did you use Image Ready?

As to lucid dreaming, the answer is sometimes. I often lucid dream and control the action when I'm falling and don't wake up with a heart attack---my awareness of the situation now lets me grab the reigns and say giddyap!! It's the best.

This dream here was somewhat lucid in the car.

9:29 AM  
Blogger Blue Athena said...

Hi, my first time here and I like it. :) I like the smooth trickling from one word to the next. Will be back soon!

12:38 PM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

Oh, it was made by another blogger, and was emailed to me, along with another one on my site.

As regards lucid dreaming, the reason why I've asked is that I often do dream thus. Aah, a pity I don't have the luxury to sleep as long as I want to. Sigh. On the other hand, I'm quite relieved that it's not as strong and rampant as it used to be. (There's a price to it, if you try to hone it; sort of a side-effect. *shudder* And in my case, it involved waking up... three times in succession, i.e. wake up, sit up, look at the clock... wake up, sit up, look at the clock... wake up, sit up, look at the clock. Yeah, in Groundhog-Day-plus-Matrix-style, "am I awake or not" sort of cursed thing. Bleh. ^_^

1:47 PM  
Blogger Dr. Charles said...

the chinese checkers make for a surreal image in dream. that was my favorite part of the post.

9:42 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

blue athena, glad you like it. Come by for a sandwich or something.

soulless, Ha ha. Terrific and oh so accurate account of lucid dreaming practice. The jack-in-the-box shit is definitely for folks with no jobs and a lot of time to spare--or research science victim...erm...subjects.

Dr. Charles, yes, marbles and balls of various sorts have long haunted my night noodle. I have a fairly intimate relationship with them.

4:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love the car. We had one when I was a kid. Bright yellow.

8:29 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

milktea, you mean a bug-eyed like this one?
impressive. not too many were manufactured.

8:39 AM  

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