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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Thursday, September 15, 2005

Svengali Dream


I'm both the observer and the observed in an old b&w film of epic joy and sadness---a story that both answers and opens questions about the tin pan characters of my life. G.V. is the young, full-o-charm actor/director, handling the camera, grips, make-up and every other sort of equipment splayed out on the carpark tarmac. V.A. is his make-up "powder girl" who is joyful and nonchalant. But I can see through her frank goodness that she's shielding trouble. She's running loops around the equipment, scooping up film cans, jumping over cables and mindlessly plopping valuable and sundry gizmos and foodstuffs into a large plastic cart---set clothes, lenses, jewelry baubles, clipboards, cables and packaged crew snacks. I'm sure she's toting around the cart because she's homeless, Everything she's squirreling away is hock-able at a pawn shop. But I'm worried about her getting busted for this charade; wanting to tell her she doesn't have to worry about all that this time round. "I'll help you", I want to say. But all the stage-set hubbub keeps me distracted and so all this concern dissipates.

A gigantic black boom-mike "X" is girded overhead, feeding down a cracklesputter pair of high-tech pickups. "Quiet on the set!" G yelps. Everybody waits as the boom settles down to a low hum, with workers tuning dials on portable mixer panels....then silence. Surrounding the wooden stage is a gaffed set-up of arc lights shrouded with prismatic gels and morse-code blinkers. G is fiddling with the nobs on his dated walkie-talkie. Feedback squeals from the monitors..testing, testing one two three. I sidle up to him, wanting to get close, wanting say something (what is it I want to say?) and he's suddenly fatting up my ears with highly technical jargon about the museum-piece Arriflex he's manning---the special wide-angle lenses, adapters and filters he's had manufactured for this crazy dream shoot. I'm awestruck by his le plus vieil homme du monde knowledge. I ask him diffidently "What...how...when did you learn all this? I never knew!" He rakes me under his arms and shakes his head at me scoldingly...tsk tsk tsk! Then lets go, hikes up his jeans and confidently approaches the three-legged Arri, deftly unspooling a wriggling kite-tail stream of perforated film stock, tossing the ribbons at my feet and yelling: "I need a goddamn cartridge! Get me a fucking c.a.r.t.r.i.d.g.e.!"

Later after sundry manic dream forays, G is back (from a nap? a holiday?). He's now extremely dark-skinned, but not naturally, curiously covered in blackface like Al Jolson. But the bogus hackjob around his eyes and neck...he's got a shit-eating grin and so...bar-har-har! It's the dignified G turned shithead vaudville, not at all the dignified one commanding the stage. No, he's lampooning himself---the crew joining his raucous mirth-filled hilarity---big teeth all around.

But then he wipes off the grease paint, raises his spectral finger into the light like a medieval raptor, arcs it down toward me, and at the last moment whumping its beak down on my chest. Then again and again, screaming with each stab. "Homes, you need to learn! You need to learn!" There is a dull pain that I know is deep and serious, but I can't feel it like I should. Then he's back with that earlier sneer, bearing down on me with all the weight of his soul. I'm a low down dirty in his mind. He's getting me back for something that my lucid mind is trying to recall. This is a slippery dream of recriminations and doubts.

He pulls out a load of clinking miniature (whiskey?) vials from the velcro pockets of his fisherman's vest, uncapping two, three, four at a time and chugging them down glugglug. Wiping at his mouth with the vest, projectiles of comes flying in my face while he burps and coughs at once. "Damned good!" And he's winking and friendly again, giving me the knowing eye about some past funny only we share.


More dream close-ups and wide shots pass the night from this Mother feature. I can see he's been puppeting my mind and making me shrink---directing me with kinetoscopic Svengali eyes for the big make-over. "Watch me. Learn what you need to learn and then have copies made for distribution. IT is all here". And I understand "it" is the mystery about his residence. But I feel clamped like a vise by Him. Like a trial with him as judge, I'm at His mercy.

48 Comments:

Anonymous Anil said...

hate to start on a negative note but somehow this piece failed to elicit anything in me...perhaps it is the state of mind I'm in...I don't know...but that crackle of electricity I've come to associate with your words is lacking in this one...or perhaps I'm too dumb to get it...hope you are not offended...

7:55 PM  
Blogger feminine expressions said...

finnegan ~ i am new to your writing, and i find your skill with description and your ability to create characters and atmosphere to be enviable. however, i am a bit lost in the second half. while the writing is excellent, i feel i am missing the thread that gives me the point, that some of the story is missing for the purpose of brevity.
i am learning from reading you!

9:29 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

anil no negativity taken anil. your honesty is not only welcome but refreshing---the same directness that makes your own site such a great place to visit.

I'm satisfied with the results. It's as close as I could get to the place.

9:32 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

F.E.
Such is the nature of dreams. Most often a sludge of non-linear pudding that comes raining down on most nights doesn't yield much more than just that; so I just keep the dirty rag-tag notes to myself.
The more I bang out these pieces, the odder it feels to lay planks over the conscious/unconscious threshold. I'm actually surprised that I haven't come across more criticism for not being more, what, connected? But my dreams a always pretty loosely "tied together". Sometimes my intention is to simply get a feel for the ookiness of the dream by playing with the language. Often dreams are not "English-able".

But I've been re-reading Kerouac and Burroughs lately, as well as watching Lynch's "Eraserhead" and "Mulholland Drive". I feel I'm inhabiting that same sort of slippery space as far as "making sense" is concerned.

I do find this all one heck of a great ride and enjoy responding to everyone who visits. Thanks for joining in.

Now, for my latest Verification Word Fix: mxiici which in Thorvakian translates to:
"max, my eyes are itchy"

10:18 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

One of the qualities of dreams (for me at least) is that upon waking, their nature defies description. An accurate account of what I remember in a dream would need to be rather tough to figure out upon reading.

Finn, I generally find that your dreams require some time to sink in. A quick read, they are not. That is a complement.

1:15 AM  
Blogger Dr. Charles said...

i agree - i had to re-read a few times until i could set the stage in my mind. the VA character is excellent. you capture the unreality of dreams eerily well. and thanks for picking up a copy of my book! i received my own first copy, and overall think it looks great. there were a few minor formatting glitches that didn't show up in the electronic preview, and i hope you don;t notice them, but if you do i'm very very sorry. the actual stories and words are perfectly there though. good luck! let me know if and when you publish yours someday

2:40 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Zataod
That's a succinct (oh I love whenever I'm able to use that word) description Zataod. You should know!

I think David Lynch's "Eraserhead" (in terms of so-called non-causal narrrative) or Kerouac's "Book of Dreams" are two pretty good examples of where I point these things.

And what you say about slower absorbtion is right at the heart of the matter, because I aproach them more in the spirit of poetry. But not quite...

And of course, I think of abstract art, which you often never "get". At that point it would be discardable.

D.C.
Thanks once again for your input here. I'm working towards one day taking a compilation of the better ones and getting it stamped. I'll contact you for more details when that time comes.

Can't wait to see it!

V W of the day is: TOWFFY
"Honey, don't forget to eat your TOWFFY!"

8:01 AM  
Blogger floots said...

on some days i have a strange leaning
to direction and purpose or meaning
on others i think
i'm in need of a shrink -
i must stop metaphorical gleaning

for me
there were shades of omnipotent director here but i ignored them
sometimes i get on the bus without reading the destination on the front
(you always take me someplace good)

11:28 AM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

This was a long winded dream.

Do you feel that some of your dreams are inter connected. Maybe you can start linking them to each other?

1:38 PM  
Anonymous Anil said...

ah, I'm relieved...I always hesitate from being honest when I want to point out something I did not like b'cos people are quite sensitive about such criticism...but now that I know how you feel it is a relief...

hmm...interesting that you should bring up Lynch...I didn't make the connection before but now with hindsight it should have been obvious all along...I've seen Mullholland Drive, Blue Velvet and Lost Highway and will be seeing Eraserhead soon...all three are excellent but of the three I liked the Lost Highway and M Drive the most...the way he seems to explore our darkest sides...and how seemingly normal elements have something sinister associated with them is amazing...I was reading the other day that he practices transcendental meditation and that it helps him to work out his ideas...interesting thought that...

staying on similar topics have seen eXistenZ, Donnie Darko, Pi or 12 monkeys? I think each one of them in inimitable style explores how the real and the imagined are entwined in our minds more then we realize...

sorry for rambling on for so long...but I find it hard to stop when I start talking about books, music or cinema!

(word verif. was 'mtlsf'...short for 'mostly lnychian schizo-fantasy')

4:05 PM  
Blogger rusty said...

Your dreams seem to be of their own color...and props....quite different from the regular run-of-the-mill ones.....ever tried analysing them ?

4:13 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

floots
Isn't it fascinating how direction is often misleading? I too often jump on a ship without a clue to where I'm headed. Ahab I am not. The only thing I worry about is whether or not there are any leaks in the hull.

I am glad for the opportunity to take you haven't been before. I drive different vehicles; most often submarines.

.:a:.
I'm not sure what you mean by long-winded. I'll take it to mean that it is longer than my usual posts. (It was originally 3 times as long before hitting the chopping block). What I ended with is what I felt was essential. (I can hold my breath for donkey years!)

As to whether or not this or that dream can link (and consequently become longer) I find to be an ironic query.

One thing that would make a link possible would be through dream analysis, where archetypes, symbols and their conscious-level analogs are stitched together like in a panorama or film. My attempt here is much more collage-like in effect, where time, place and all the rest come to dance. In that sense I guess I'm a juggler.

anil
I'm a bit too long in the tooth to get uppity about honesty. I welcome it with open arms, just like I expect from others that I lay it on the table with. I doubt you would have really worried if you hadn't trusted your instincts with me. I see all that---have better insight into you as a person beyond your own writings.

Regarding Mulholland Drive. I have a special affinity to that film, since the character transformation scene (where the two female protagonists switch identities) takes place in the very same court apartments where Walt Disney's first animators used to live. They are located on Griffith Park Blvd. which is two block from where I used to live. I frequented them while attending John Marshall High (the same building you see in my dream of August 8) which is directly across the street....Oh I could go on and on and on about this film!
THIS article really blew my mind. It comes closest to everything I feel strongly about regarding this site, its title, etc.: http://www.themodernword.com/mulholland_drive.html

rusty
As to analysing my dreams, you can learn from my commenters and my responses in the dream underneath.

5:06 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

I think I'm right in saying this is the first dream you have recounted which you both observe and play a part in. An unsettling experience I would think. These fragments are more dislointed than ever Finn, with only the cinematic theme to bind them. This was tough for you to express.

"A slippery dream of recriminations and doubts," yes, hard to get a firm grip here. The director is at times friendly at others unnerving. I can quite see why you bring in Lynch - the sickening sense of foreboding in Lost Highway is revisited here.

The threatening picture is very apt.

10:26 PM  
Blogger feminine expressions said...

oh my, finnegan, i was unaware you were writing a dream from your sleep, a gift from the Unconscious...

what a wonderful gift...

10:57 PM  
Blogger feminine expressions said...

what a great idea. i keep a dream journal but typing it here is a wonderful way to keep it organized and creative (i might not make it public but like the idea of making use of the system and keeping a backup).

congratulations on such wonderful work.

10:59 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

I have boarded up the casual breezeway of analogy I had constructed for travel from your dreams to my perception. I have now settled to simply closing my eyes to let you tell them. The pictures that play again, this time in my mind, are enough for me to know. I know that their meaning belongs to you and that they are enough in just the remarkable way in which you tell them. Do you know how many dreams fade away daily on tongues because words can not be found to re-tell them? Yours are kept in details strong with words of choice selection. Sublime!

8:39 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Finnegan - I've said this before, but I'd love to wake from one of your dreams anytime. I've never known anyone's dreams to smell, look and talk so vividly. Who needs 3D Smell-o-vision when they've got this blog?

2:30 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Perfect Virgo
And how perceptive you are V. This sort of "4-eyed" view from both first and third-person is starting to occur more frequently. As to why, my only guess is that I'm practiced at seeing things from an observer's perspective. This makes your remark (about the difficulty of expressing this) no small observation.

But it's sort of a quagmire, because my intention is to re-present these night-time escapades not as linear narratives, but as condensed abstracted formations built from the mental shards of dreaming. Adding another "observer" could be one of the main reasons for the difficulty. Nevertheless, I left it like this thinking that multiple readings might extract more for the reader. (I read it a good 5-6 times out loud before I posted, knowing It might get a head-scratching or even a luke-warm response.

Posting this has been a good learning experience; giving me a different take on how I might approach things.

And more about Lynch. The more I view "Mulholland Drive" (I've seen it a good dozen times) the more I come away convinced that he is a artist-shaman---a poet-conjurer in directors togs. He is one of the few filmmakers really pushing the envelope of what's possible in a non-linear film narrative; who leaves so-called "meaning" in the mind's roundabout on our "Lost Highway".

Read the lyrics to this beautiful and strange and haunting
Roy Orbison song:

In Dreams

A candy-colored clown they call the Sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle star dust and to whisper
Go to sleep, everything is all right

I close my eyes then I drift away
Into the magic night, I softly say
A silent prayer like dreamers do
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you


F.E.
Yes, reading these as dreams is a minor detail in understanding their non-sense ;-∂

F.E. again
You should think about doc-ing your dreams with a recorder, making sure to do it
as soon as you wake, otherwise you'll be frustrated by the difficulty of
fishing them out of the mind aether.

And thanks for the compliments. I really appreciate your appreciation.

queen neetee
Whew, what a lovely shade of purple your review is wearing! ;>∆
RuKsaK once remarked about reading my dreams out loud. He hit on a vital part
of what I'm attempting. It has a lot to do with how things "sound" in the audible
sense. "I see what you mean" and "I hear what you're saying" are idioms that I read
in a the literal sense.

rUksAk
Hehe, 3-D "Smell-o-vision"---what a hee-haw of an idea.

I once went in to see John Waters' "Polyester" in
"Odorama":http://www.kulture-void.com/
motion/swelter_in_vogue/polyester.html
It was an zany update of those 3-D features
of my youth, where the audience were given
paperboard pair of red and green cello glasses,
which even in 2005 are still in use!

VERIFICATION WORD: FJLPMOA
This sounds like a South Seas island resort to me.
What do you think?

11:22 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Ruksak, check out this Verification Word which popped up
as soon as I posted the last! Now that is a bit too
much of a coincidence:
http://homepage.mac.com/venasque/filechute/rucmee.jpg

11:37 AM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

That is quite a freaky verification word - there's some voodoo in this here Blogspot.

3:38 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Non-linear is fine by me. I know that your style is to describe a fragmented kaleidoscope of imagery without worrying about narrative. Dreams never follow rational paths with a beginning a middle and an end. The juxstaposition of unrelated people and objects is part of the fascination. Even the theme can be hard to define at times - that's where interpretation comes in I guess.

Perhaps where dreamers go wrong is in trying to remember what they 'think' they dreamt about, rather than simply recalling images and worrying about meaning later?

The "Big O" would not be my first choice for listening but I know his music and believe he is a much under-rated songwriter. This set of lyrics is as touching as anything you are likely to read. Simple yet devastating.

6:40 PM  
Anonymous Anil said...

extremely interesting and in-depth review that...made me want to see the film once more...

so again I'm intrigued...piecing together the bits and pieces you have dropped form time to time...you have studied film, done some design (architecture) and have a flair for electric writing...hmm..now what would a person like that do to earn his bread and water?

6:44 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

ruKsAk
meethinks the v.w. know-eth what we do-eth.

Virgo
There you go again, hitting the proverbial nail right smack dab on its head, especially regarding what people presuppose. It is an old story;
the more things change, the more they stay the same. In dreams, that idea can reverse itself, be chopped up and dropped off higgledy-piggledy.
Now, some of my higgledy-piggledies just happen to be more "higgledy" than "piggledy" (or visa-versa). If things get bent enough, Willy-Nilly arrives and all bets are off. He is the Candy-colored Sandman dressed in sheep's clothing and wrapped in an enigma. Only the 3 Stooges would feel comfortable having tea with Him.

Lynch has breathed a whole different life into those strange Orbison songs.

It's impossible to describe the surreality of driving along the Malibu coast with Orbison's floating lyrical radio tenor catching one of those invisible waves known as the Santa Ana winds and serenading everyone's dreams far out over the Pacific.

Anil
Yes, that construction of Lynch's deconstruction is amazing.
The "design" you speak of was not architecture, but art. The film thing is strictly a passion and not a profession.
I teach English. But I really earn my bread and water by first begging like so many others: "Will you hire me so that I may make my bread and water?" "Yes, I will". "No, I won't". "Will you buy my product so that I may make my bread and water?" "Oh, ok". "Uh, no".
Isn't this life easy?

1:09 PM  
Blogger Brood Mode said...

your style is refreshingly new. I had to read the post a couple of times before i could appreciate it. will be back for more!

2:18 PM  
Blogger feminine expressions said...

thanks for the tip, finnegan. hadn't thought of rec'ing dreams though i use one for other purposes (one that connects to the computer and the recording is kept in files there). this will especially help with the dreams at 2 a.m. when i hate to turn on the light and write with pad and pen or use the keyboard. i can record and roll over again...thanks a bunch.

7:06 PM  
Blogger Grace said...

Since I have become sober I have started to get glimpses of dreams but cannot for the life of me remember anything about them. How do you do it!? Also my blog has moved to: http://www.soberthoughts2.blogspot.com, I deleted the old so am starting afresh!

9:21 PM  
Blogger transience said...

i'm starting to get very envious of these dreams of yours. simply because i am a dry well when it comes to sleep imagery. maybe it's exhaustion--i just can't remember any of the babies i do have when i close my eyes for the night.

5:19 AM  
Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

building from mental shards of dreaming seems to work and is probably preferable to the linear. I'm not a writer but it seems to work well.
I 've seen many writers pen there dreams but as noted here more linear, didactic or in unbelieveable faerie form.

5:20 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

truth is you fancy the pants off of VA and are desperate to woe her and then to bed her and then problem is GV.
Yep, GV.
You see GV and VA have been having this affair and have been going at it hammer and tongs like rabbits in spring, like sheep in May. Humping and humping untill he has no strength and she is as bow legged as a rickety old chair.
But secretly she wants you.
And not so secretly you want her.
There is however still GV to contend with and he knows the whole shooting match and by God he is going to cause you some serious hurt.

10:28 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

PS i think it may be contagious IUWPHJL. Oh god tell me it sn't?

10:29 AM  
Blogger Extempore said...

Oh my, this one's a scary one. I had to read it a couple of times to get it!

I love this:

I'm both the observer and the observed in an old b&w film of epic joy and sadness---a story that both answers and opens questions about the tin pan characters of my life.


and this:


I can see he's been puppeting my mind and making me shrink---directing me with kinetoscopic Svengali eyes for the big make-over. "Watch me. Learn what you need to learn and then have copies made for distribution. IT is all here". And I understand "it" is the mystery about his residence.


The second one is Orwell-esque. The interrogation of Winston in 1984? Scary! This is one of my favourites yet! :)

11:46 AM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

*pants*

*takes in lungfuls of air*

Whew. Reading the dream post and the 30+ comments with a whole lotta punch -- insights and all -- beats a pooch-run anytime. Hehe. ^_^

Aight, onto the dream...

My senses have been blasted by treats and treats of details that fuel my imagination. The lights, the sounds, the equipments, etc. (and the yelling! especially the yelling!) all give me a feel of the behind-the-scenes...

As for GV... Well, by the time I reached the fourth paragraph, I so wanted to jam that cartridge up his ass. *snort*

p.s.
I looovvveeddd reading CJ's take on this. It's so... well, CJ. Heeheehee. ^_^

1:40 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Brood Mode
Great having your ship stop at this port! I hope you don't mind if I hop aboard and sail to your shores?

F.E.
You will be amazed at how funny it all sounds when you are fully awake. It can also be eerie, because the night voice can sound like a zombie talking.

Grace
Hi Grace. Nice to see your blog is restarted. I clicked and thought..."huh?"
As to remembering dreams, read what I mentioned to Feminine Expressions above. Just make sure you don't let your mind wander into the quotidian zones.
This is critical---dreams are extremely fragile sprites which require delicate handling.

transience
If you want to see a great dream baby who will never leave you, check out David Lynch's "Eraserhead".

Alice in Wonderland or Not
Most writing tends to be vapid---dream writing (curiously) is mostly less than that. Perhaps it's the desire to force that ineffible unknowable into something clear-cut and packaged?
Most dream writing is about as inspiring as "Christian rock". As one wag noted: " Jesus (not you Cocaine) would be spinning in his grave if he were alive".

Cocaine Jesus
"GV and VA have been having this affair and have been going at it hammer and tongs like rabbits in spring, like sheep in May.."

You forgot "Like pteradactyls in December" and "Newts in Fall".

"This anal-ysis should continue Doc. When should our next meeting be....I've got secrets to tell."

Cocaine Jesus Jr.
Don't worry C.J. It's not contagious whatsoever. It's actually Tiny Tim's licence plate number circa 1969.

Extempore
Hmmm, interesting connection there about Winston! Your reference made me sit up quickly. I hadn't thought of that one, but of course.
Could be my reading too much political stuff from America, which has gone far beyond Orwell's wildest imagining.
Thanks for your insightful comments. I'm going to hunt down that interrogation and see what else may be lurking that I didn't notice the first time!

Soulless
It is C.J. cubed. I imagine he'd love to be G.V. now---especially the cartridge loading. He's probably planning his next Piscean Eroti-caper. Be on the lookout.

G.V. was a close friend who, were he alive, would be telling me to stop killing him with all this. I have no doubt that he'd not only be delighted with all the attention, but would get a kick out of eveyone here.

4:20 PM  
Blogger Lorena said...

you have very interesting dreams and you can remember them with such details! amazing writing.

10:23 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Hi there, thanks for visiting my blog, your writing is so vivid (sorry can't spell but I enjoyed this, a really unuseual slant, very visual

10:55 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Lorena
Well, thanks. I've seen you somewhere, haven't I? hehe.

Sue Hardy-Dawson
Well, thanks. I've seen you somewhere too, haven't I? hehehe

I know where I've seen you both...AT the "Y"!

YMAAT

8:23 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

''Y''?? YMAAT?? Sorry I know I'm probably really slow on the uptake, but I'm confused

8:55 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

sue hardy-dawson
Oops, it should be YMAATHY.
It's a convoluted game based on
the generated verification word:
"ymaat". = "Y", 'm aat the "Y".
You're only slow on the uptake
because of my stretching.

You'd best put it in the shredder
where it belongs.


Here's a better one:
hrwar = quick battle

9:12 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

grdch, hjfes obviously, still with my spelling its hard to tell

9:59 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

PS should I fiddle whilst shredding, its difficult to obtain an eticate book on such matters

10:01 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

sue hardy hypen dawson
Yes, you should fiddle, but only on the roof. Of course there is no such etiquette whatsoever---simply technique.

VW = EWWNC a male with a very high soprano.

7:14 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

a cubist Cj and a surrealist finn
sat down with sue chasing hyphens and dipthongs at a table for dawn drenched in fragile sunlight and awash with Shiraz. The company was warm as was the wine that flowed down throats like the promise of sex from the poems of souless that wrap their cool comfort around this aging heart.
ah ha, i hear you cry, is there any point to this? Daydreamweaver comes again crashing into someone else's site with his warped dadistic tendencies.
but take heart my lambs the writing is on the wall and the answer lies in this here WV...YNHNPA.

Now it all makes sense doesn't it?

Doesn't it?

2:25 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

I am becoming increasingly curious about what's going on before you fall asleep that inspires such surreal and fantastic dreams...But I guess that is one of the mysteries your analysts are left to figure out on our own.

3:39 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

finnegan said...
C.J.
I often forget which parties I've crashed. You'll have to remind me which detour I took before careening over the barriers.

Here's a good one: JHAHW = Jesus laughing like a barnyard animal on meth.

Patry Francis
What's going on before I sleep? I eat like a Spaniard, that's what! I decided to start fueling my night mind after reading about Picasso having stuck to
his late-night eating habits long after he left Barcelona.

My theory is that Surrealism is simply dreams fueled by gastro-intestinal square-dancing---Cubism
the collaging of leftovers.

Sort of like composting.

4:24 PM

4:30 PM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

It wasn't really the length of words. What I meant was that the journey you took us through in this one was longer than before.

Yes, I understand your juggle, but just thought that pulling them together would be another, very interesting project.

:-)

5:44 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

.:a:.
I wonder about linking these things myself .:a:., but how? I'm barely able to link the contents of dreams I post. :-π

Thanks for the imput. If I spring any ideas about how to chain things, I'll ping you immediately to see what you think.

8:01 PM  
Anonymous Task Master said...

What a sinking feeling this one gives, especially when the finger comes down.

2:05 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

task master
Sink, sank, sunk

2:06 PM  

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