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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Monday, December 26, 2005

Strand Dream


The vast pristine beach is hot. My feet are making muffled, sandy squeaks as I pedal through the powdery sand. Vague memories of unrequited love is attached to this place---I have been here many different times before in reality and in dreams. The pre-dawn beaches of Santa Monica, San Diego, Santa Barbara, Ventura and the Channel Island shores are each hinted at. I can see mother whales with their calves breaching---heading in the opposite direction towards Laguna San Ignacio. I want to sit and gaze, but something presses me to move on and get out of this unrelenting sun.

My thoughts are dull and in need of ocean "smelling salts". A cluster of towers like ones I've seen in other dreams appears on the horizon looking like a floating Aztec metropolis. Earlier they'd seemed so fragile through the misty surf---like crumbling sand castles. But now the structure appears to weigh a thousand Gibraltars, with a spectral backlight making it appear Oz-like. I'm jogging now, moving to the rhythm of my breathing. But the faster I move, the more mired in the sand I get. I need to get over...to the wet sand.


A pack of huge dogs rushes past while I'm trying to extricate myself from the quicksand. The leader skids to a stop---looks back at me. They are not dogs, but hyenas. The leader and I stare each other down in a mental standoff. I tell him telepathically that he is to keep moving--- that his next life will be different---that if he does anything to hurt me, he will remain a stinking ugly hyena for many lifetimes. He starts toward me while baring his teeth, but then he stops again as I bare down on him: "Go on....don't look at me...move on...now!" And just like that they are all off running, frolicking and tearing up the beach toward the towers. As I'm wriggling to extricate myself, a rumbling, roaring breaker looms up and hits the shore like rolling thunder, quickly swallowing up the hyenas and then swallowing me.

But I'm uprooted from the sand, clutching at nothing and everything and tumbling around. My breath...panic...I'm going to die. But my focused mind tells me to breathe and as I do, a terrifying gurgle rattles around in my lungs and inside my head. I cough up a chunk of something and quickly gulp down underwater air to "catch my breath". Yoga techniques allow me to calm down and breathe effortlessly. The water is now crystal clear, and I can see the same pack of hyenas swimming like sea dogs alongside the mother whales and their babies. They are heading south towards Mexico.

51 Comments:

Blogger _Soulless_ said...

Ooh, I'm first! *waves flag frantically* Hee.

The first two paragraphs render imagery so beautiful. "pre-dawn beaches." "A cluster of towers... looking like a floating Aztec metropolis." *wistful sigh*

And then, the loud, loco dogs came. Hehe. That "mental standoff" is priceless.

Uhm, "yoga techniques"? Hah, I'd love to see you do some poses! *grin*

9:03 PM  
Blogger floots said...

i'm worried aboutthose hyenas
will they they be there when i go for my run
(ok - post christmas-food it'll be a waddle)
glad i had my bath before i read this
visions of unpleasant things beneath the bubbles
never done yoga
would like to do circular breathing
and play an endless blues
(while balancing on the spout of a similarly inspirational whale)
now look what you made me do - i gone off on one
thank you - i needed to get away

9:45 PM  
Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

Thank god for you finn, just as I thought that blogland had becme a virtual wasteland for during the holiday time.
From beauty to terror as is life.

Keep dreaming my friend.

6:46 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Soulless

What a pleasant surprise to see your name heading the comments bill, Soulless.
Questions: What do you do in your dreams when confronted with life-threatening events? Do you fight back physically if possible? If so, is it often a futile, badly-coordinated effort? Do you maneuver your way through events, or do you simply cover and duck? Does your mind often disconnect from the way it normally relates to your body? Do you sometimes get the feeling that the "you" in your dreams isn't really you?

I sometimes find my mind "stepping aside" in order to watch myself get abused or humiliated, as though it were a silent id.

The yoga poses...a number of positions. What is your position on yoga?



Floots

I hear if you waddle like a penguin, the hyena's natural proclivity for "porpoisefulness"
will get you to your destination unharmed. While imitating Chaplin in a tux be wary
your circular breath doesn't lose its roundness or our hyena friend will have you
singing the "Laughing Davey Jones Cetacean Blues" in no time flat (b-flat to be precise).



Alice: In Wonderland or Not

A virtual wasteland? I've found the "real virtual" wasteland. Eliot's real virtual reading is here

8:02 AM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

What an awesome rendering of an incredible dream! of course I was locked in at the mention of the pre-dawn beaches of Cali. There's nothing like them.

sandy squeaks...mother whales with their calves breaching...unrelenting sun connected me wide eyed and knowing of that scene. The pictures you shared with my mind made me feel as if I were flipping back and forth from the Travel Channel to the Animal Planet Channel - very clear and mildly hypnotic. No time to run for popcorn. Wouldn't want to miss a thing.
Your telepathic command to the head hyena, Go on...don't look at me...movie on...now! was such a great scene. You were very determined and powerful.
This is all wonderfully told.

Whenever I dream of water, it means change in my life. Are you in for a change dreamy finn? Seems like it. Seems like there's a good change awaiting you. Hhhhmm....

Back to your writing, This one is a favorite of mine. It reads like good story. I enjoyed it.

Thank You.

11:08 AM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

Ahh, a string of questions. ^_^ Let me try my best to reply:

What do you do in your dreams when confronted with life-threatening events?

It depends on whether or not I'm "awake" in my dream. If I am (i.e. if I am in one of my "lucid dreaming" episodes), then what I do is this: shut my eyes, concentrate, then "change" the dreamscape into one the opposite of terrifying. Usually, I think of the wonderful smell of breakfast. Hehe. And so, when I open my eyes (though still in a dream), I'm somewhere else. Somewhere serene.

And, if I am not... I run. Rather, I leap. Away. Leaping several feet high up. And away. (Sometimes, on all fours, like a beast. And that is when I know "speed.")

Does your mind often disconnect from the way it normally relates to your body? Do you sometimes get the feeling that the "you" in your dreams isn't really you?

At times, yes. Like I'm watching myself in a suspense-thriller film, and I scream at myself to do this and that but my body does not seem to "hear." *shudder*

What is your position on yoga?

Hee. I'm not into yoga (my doctor would kill me if I do anything that involves too much straining of my back. Argh. Well, just until I get better, I guess.) But I've seen it done, and it would be a blast to see you in a "flexible" mood. Hehe. ^_^

11:46 AM  
Blogger Shubhodeep said...

hello there,

came here through cj's blog.
had a real whale of a time reading the posts. brilliantly enjoyable!
cheers!!!

hope u had a good Christmas. wish you a Happy New Year ahead!

do visit my blog sometime at
http://shubhodeep.blogspot.com

2:30 PM  
Blogger Grace said...

Merry Christmas Finn :-)

3:17 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

You are an adjective master - never have I witnessed a part of speech used as such a good weapon for dissection and laying out of dreams. That's what you do - perform surgery on dreams with the biggest, shiniest set of adjectives I've come across. Where did you get them from? I need some for my toolbox.

4:41 PM  
Blogger Bouls said...

I don't know why, but as I read this I feel as if the images are in a kind of slow, cartoon-like animation. Especially the middle area where the dogs/hyenas appear and transform. What a notion; hyena's swimming with whales. I love that quirky image. The dogs and whales together feel like all this panic and confusion resolves itself into some kind of calm resolution. But what is being resolved? I quess I'll have to wait for another dream installment to guide us to the answers which your kaleidoscopic mind directs us toward. Or not! I think I need to get used to being dizzy in your world of unanswerables. bouls

1:38 AM  
Blogger Extempore said...

Have finished forming my words in time! Yay! :-)

This one was menacing almost. Even though, the first para is full of such vivid, wonderful descriptions, the last line seems change the bright sun to dim light that comes before the rain.

I loved the dogs swimming in the ocean - and for some reason I thought of the swimming elephants of Sri Lanka! And this postively amazed me:

A cluster of towers like ones I've seen in other dreams appears on the horizon looking like a floating Aztec metropolis. Earlier they'd seemed so fragile through the misty surf---like crumbling sand castles.

Like Retablo, I do wish you had dreamed this one a little more! :-)

9:56 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Neetee
Change has been the only constant in my life so far. I hope the water---which you might have guessed is a dominant theme in my posts---doesn't drown me in the process. I sometimes wonder if all the water in my dreams has to do with no longer living near the sea. I'm a couple of blocks from Lake Zürich, but I doubt there'll be any tidal waves or billion-year-old monsters pulled up any time soon. It seems pretty obvious that the ocean has has a greater pull on my psyche than I realised. Your generous and warm-hearted comments raised my tide, Neetee.

By the way Neetee, I'm curious to know your answers to the same questions I've asked Soulless. I'm getting more intrigued about other's dreams. Something about all the cigar smoke wafting in the holiday air?

Soulless

Finn: What do you do in your dreams when confronted with life-threatening events?
Soulless: It depends on whether or not I'm "awake" in my dream. If I am (i.e. if I am in one of my "lucid dreaming" episodes), then what I do is this: shut my eyes, concentrate, then "change" the dreamscape into one the opposite of terrifying. Usually, I think of the wonderful smell of breakfast. Hehe. And so, when I open my eyes (though still in a dream), I'm somewhere else. Somewhere serene.
Finn: I wish I had as much control over my dreams when lucid dreaming. Whenever I'm "awake" it seems my mind is able to perceive the spacial and psychic aspects of my surroundings, but that my body often seizes up like a headlights-blinded animal---as though knowledge is crippling.
Soulless: "...And, if I am not... I run. Rather, I leap. Away. Leaping several feet high up. And away. (Sometimes, on all fours, like a beast. And that is when I know "speed."
Finn: Interesting that your lucidity allows you to take on the attributes of a deer, just like me...sort of.

Finn: Does your mind often disconnect from the way it normally relates to your body? Do you sometimes get the feeling that the "you" in your dreams isn't really you?
Soulless: At times, yes. Like I'm watching myself in a suspense-thriller film, and I scream at myself to do this and that but my body does not seem to "hear." *shudder*
Finn: Uh huh. I know the feeling well. I sometimes wake up completely befuddled and cackling out loud like a hyena. It is embarrassing, especially if I've fallen asleep on the sofa at my in-laws with many curious and terrified onlookers ready to call the paramedics.

Finn: What is your position on yoga?
Soulless: Hee. I'm not into yoga (my doctor would kill me if I do anything that involves too much straining of my back. Argh. Well, just until I get better, I guess.) But I've seen it done, and it would be a blast to see you in a "flexible" mood. Hehe. ^_^
Finn: I shall recommend some yoga yuks as a way of loosening your funny bones.



Shubhodeep
A hearty welcome to you of most interesting name. Can you illuminate me on its "deeper" meaning? I do not want to take liberties with it, or else I might lose a valuable new blogmate!
And since you entered by way of Cocaine Baby Jesus' porta-potty, I promise to Pamper® you in The End.
I shall hightail it over to your blogsite and see what's up. You may yet rue the day you clicked on C.J.'s Fishy site.


Grace
You have a way with words. I shall do so.


RuKsAk
I pick my adjectives up from either "PickPay" or "Denner Discount" here in Zürich. They usually run after-Xmas sales on predicate adjectives. I buy them by the busload cheap cheap.
May I ask where you shop for your similis? Do they take Visa?


Bouls
A slow, cartoon-like animation is an interesting take. This dream, although generated in my mind, seems to have taken on so many other qualities through the imagination of others here.
You're on to one of the main reasons for this blog---the ineffible stuff. Curiously, things seem less interesting---more discardable once we feel it's "understood". Dreams don't give one such an easy handle, unless of course we turn them into a sort of religion in the manner of Freud. We tend to build illusions of understanding (reality) for the sake of...what? Why do the majority of people shy away from the abstract view of things? Maybe my world view has been forever tinged with hallucinogenic alkaloids and Columbian Gold. Was this the real "El Dorado"? I will be revising Carlos Castaneda. It is time.


Extempore
The most startling thing about the dream was the contrast of sensual beauty and stinky, ugly beastliness. Few things terrify me more than being attacked by bared teeth---whether it be a pack of dogs, wolves, sharks or Austin Powers.

I thought all elephants could swim. Are yor referring to ones that surf in the ocean? Ride waves? Hang 10? I'd absolutely love to see an elephant riding the big one. I imagine the big board would need toe-holds so that he or she wouldn't slip off.

As to the length of my dreams, I could certainly draw them out. Most start out 2 or three times as long before I start paring and snipping. It seems most folks, (including myself) don't have the patience to read long blogs, especially when hopping round.

Thanks for your insightful remarks!

12:47 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

Quicksand has been following me around for months. Here again. Months ago I realized it was always a threat on tv, so I always expected to encounter it. Around that time, it started following me--on tv, in conversation, right here... Hmm. Time to step out for air.

8:21 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Sara
Quicksand is something I first encountered on TV while watching Tarzan. Somehow those first impressions have been following me around ever since, always making mythological appearances rather than scientifically accurate ones.

11:57 PM  
Blogger Gabreael said...

I did yoga for years, and slacked off terribly around a year or so ago. OMG at the difference it makes. I started back this week.

Gabreael

http://gabreaelsbodymindandspirit.blogspot.com/

1:45 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Gabreael
I guess this should be enough of a hint. I'll start with yoga 101 as soon as I finish eating all the Xmas drinksandjunk.

10:27 AM  
Anonymous rusty said...

Great .....this piece reflects your inherent invincibility.....Things are goin to be okay !!

1:24 PM  
Blogger Shubhodeep said...

Finnegan, my friend:

I might yet rue the day I clicked on your link. CJ I thought was the extreme, but you seem to be in a league of your own. Let's see what can be done about it.

As for my name, CJ has already taken it to the cleaners. You might as well scrub it till it fragments.

My name, for your 'private' information has its roots in Hindi (you might have heard that people speak Hindi predominantly in a country called India), and approximately translated into English means "The Lamp Auspicious". Perhaps you could do a better job with the translation, my knowledgeable friend.

What does Finnegan mean by the way? And do you look like a shooting star? (sorry, i just want to get acquainted with a would-be blogmate)

5:13 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

That was weird. I was reading your response to my comment, wondering why you quoted what I wrote with nothing else, trying to find significance. It sounded like me. And my experience.

Aha! those were your words. My first quicksand encounter was Tarzan. Very vivid in memory. It and others follow me as you say they follow you. How 'bout it.

I just had a verbal identity crisis

5:41 PM  
Blogger Dr. Charles said...

i like this post, it was easy to follow somehow. a strong connection between sinking sand, unrequited love, and reincarnation. you dream and write richly. happy new year!

6:33 PM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

like a headlights-blinded animal

as though knowledge is crippling


Ooh, such priceless lines. ^_^ Talk more like this and I might start gushing profusely over your brilliance. Heehee. Seriously, finn, they bludgeon my mind and they linger. ^_^

By the way, thanks for the link. I enjoyed it!

9:08 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

rusty

Invincibility. There's no doubt about it. I'm sure of it. Absolutely.



Shubhodeep

A shooting star I'm not. That would be Cocaine Baby Jesus. He is a hip shooting star. I am an elliptical comet way off course.

Translation: You are an illuminated lamp attracted to blog bugs.


Sara

Me Cheetah, You Jane. Question: Where the hell did Tarzan go?


Dr. Charles

Reincarnation? Are you referring to the whales or the hyenas? Either way, happy new year to you too!


Soulless

Your comments caused me to run out into the cold night (it is snowing right at this moment). If you gush for me, I promise to bleed for you! Glad you liked the yoga yuks.

9:18 PM  
Blogger Rare Blue said...

Fin Fin... your mind is fertile... but what is it like? I ripe mango or the compost heap? Both are rich, but for different reasons.

I only say this from one over ripe fruit to another.

You are my morning coffee. My midnight martini.

A New Years Kiss for you my ever lasting plum.

G.

9:06 AM  
Blogger rhein said...

this post is timeless, classic.

happy new year!

2:08 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

"TSUNAMI" was resonating in my head after reading this dream Finn. The crashing wave that came from nowhere and sucked you out to sea to gulp "underwater air."

Ruk is spot on about the word-kit. the right tools for the job are essential. That reminds me, I need a new 'mind wrench' mine seems to be losing its grip.

As for "cocaine baby jesus!" I am trying to imagine him in his manger burbling like some holy sprog and waxing lyrical about the 'Kasier Chiefs...' Nice one Finn, hee hee.

4:10 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

To answer your questions finn:

What do you do in your dreams when confronted with life-threatening events?

I usually learn the pattern of how things work and then I combat the situation with my new strategy. If things become too heated, I bail. I find a portal to the real world and I'm out of there. I wake up.

Does your mind often disconnect from the way it normally relates to your body?

Hhhm. I've got to do more thinking on that.

Do you sometimes get the feeling that the "you" in your dreams isn't really you?

"I" am - a majority of the times - "me". However, There may be specific people who represent emotions that I haven't dealt with who turn out to be me when I analyze the dream later.

What is your position on yoga?

Another facsinating tool of mankind, however, I haven't personally invested time in the practice of it.

7:15 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Rare Blue
The ripeness is more heap than mango. Think "Eau de Dumpster", or "Man...GO".
Everlasting plum? It's a great name for attracting flies; staying buzzy for the New Year. Cheers!

Rhein
What happened to your blog? There's nothing there there.

Perfect Virgo
As usual, your perception of is right on target. I'd been poring over a ton of tsunami memorials; inundating my mental cache with stories and images. It seems that my dream-writing habit has sharpened my ability to glean and process from the Internet. I imagine this would make for a very interesting thesis such as "Nocturnal Web Emissions"
"Lucid Surfing" or "Netmares".

Is Cocaine Ninehundredfoot-Baby-Jesus-and-Mary-Chain-Smoking is still stoking Scottish logs in his cabin in the Skye? He must've got mired in a bog while singing "Oh My God" to the Kaiser Clan Chief.


Queen Neetee

Finn What do you do in your dreams when confronted with life-threatening events?
Q.N. I usually learn the pattern of how things work and then I combat the situation with my new strategy. If things become too heated, I bail. I find a portal to the real world and I'm out of there. I wake up.
Finn WakingNeetee?

Finn Does your mind often disconnect from the way it normally relates to your body?
Q.N. Hhhm. I've got to do more thinking on that.
Finn I'll wait here till the plums drop.

Finn Do you sometimes get the feeling that the "you" in your dreams isn't really you?
Neetee "I" am - a majority of the times - "me". However, There may be specific people who represent emotions that I haven't dealt with who turn out to be me when I analyze the dream later.
Finn Please don't scare me.

Finn What is your position on yoga?
Q.N. Another fascinating tool of mankind, however, I haven't personally invested time in the practice of it.
Finn I meant "position" in the literal sense, i.e. pictures. (The pretzel-doughnut tantric position would be most appreciated from any of the lady commenters). Jesus and Virgo sent me what they considered their "plummiest" shots, prompting me to right click and hit delete faster than you can say "balls o'fire!"

1:57 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

I don't recall sending you anything pictorially tantric Finn? But then I my memory is fading fast. Or maybe those attachments should have been sent elsewhere!! Away with such frivolity, your questions are thought-provoking:

Finn~ What do you do in your dreams when confronted with life-threatening events?
PV~ on those rare occasions when I dream of life-threatening events my reaction is the same as in real life – cover and duck. Remember my "intruders" dream from several months ago? I was frozen with fear to the extent I was unable even to defend my property.

Finn~ is it often a futile, badly-coordinated effort?
PV: I staggered with incredible difficulty to within sight of the trespassers and tried to shout but no sound would come.

Finn~ Do you manoeuvre your way through events?
PV: I think my dream reactions generally hold a mirror to my waking responses. I tend to avoid confrontation at all costs. I can seethe inside but almost never vent feelings of anger. If criticised I am reluctant to defend my position unless I have thought it through completely.

Finn~ Does your mind often disconnect from the way it normally relates to your body?
PV: yes at times. I have a "flying" dream where I experience complete weightlessness. Rather than flap my arms I kick my legs as in swimming. I can soar above rooftops and glide.

Finn~ Do you sometimes get the feeling that the "you" in your dreams isn't really you?
PV: no, for me it is always intensely personal but there is something in what you say about stepping aside and observing an act of humiliation. Reflecting self-esteem and confidence levels? Maybe.

My position on yoga is impossible to hold for more than a few seconds, I always overbalance and fall base over apex…

7:26 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Perfect Virgo:


Finn ~ What do you do in your dreams when confronted with life-threatening events?
PV ~ On those rare occasions when I dream of life-threatening events my reaction is the same as in real life – cover and duck. Remember my "intruders" dream from several months ago? I was frozen with fear to the extent I was unable even to defend my property.
Finn I just visited "Nightmare" and was quite surprised my comment wasn't there, because I'm nearly certain I'd done so. (Or is the brain cramping again? Anyway, it gave me the willies.

Finn~ Is it often a futile, badly-coordinated effort?
PV: I staggered with incredible difficulty to within sight of the trespassers and tried to shout but no sound would come.
Finn There often seems to be a hidden force in "the other". Conversely, there seems to be a sort of "dimmer switch" that prevents the body from properly reacting to danger. My dream self-defense may as well be called "toddler kung fu".

Finn~ Do you manoeuvre your way through events?
PV: I think my dream reactions generally hold a mirror to my waking responses. I tend to avoid confrontation at all costs. I can seethe inside but almost never vent feelings of anger. If criticised I am reluctant to defend my position unless I have thought it through completely.
Finn Interesting indeed, P.V. The fact that you tend not to "vent" in waking situations; that your dreams tend to mirror this reluctance, goes a long way towards illuminating your highly expressive writing.

Finn~ Does your mind often disconnect from the way it normally relates to your body?
PV: Yes at times. I have a "flying" dream where I experience complete weightlessness. Rather than flap my arms I kick my legs as in swimming. I can soar above rooftops and glide.
Finn The wonderful, miraculous and all-too-rare flying dream! I used to fly on a regular basis when I was a kid. Arm-flapping, bike pedalling, mind-controlled falling, rising and rocketing around have been my preferred modes of fluttering. I can sometimes inspire flying dreams by concentrating on it intensely before falling asleep. I'm inspired to provoke them again. It will be an interesting New Year's resolution. It is now 10.33 p.m. on December 31, 2005 (Greenwich Time + 1).

Finn~ Do you sometimes get the feeling that the "you" in your dreams isn't really you?
PV: No, for me it is always intensely personal but there is something in what you say about stepping aside and observing an act of humiliation. Reflecting self-esteem and confidence levels? Maybe.
Finn ~ As you might have noticed, my dreams often give the impression that I've got an alter ego who often takes the brunt of humiliation. The thing that haunts me is the thought that this parallel me is real; is someone who waits for me to enter his dreams.

Finn What is your position on yoga?
P.V. My position on yoga is impossible to hold for more than a few seconds, I always overbalance and fall base over apex…
Finn It's called the yoga tipping point.



P.V. I don't recall sending you anything pictorially tantric Finn? But then I my memory is fading fast. Or maybe those attachments should have been sent elsewhere!!

Finn I've heard that some yoga positions have an inverse effect upon the mind. Your body becomes lithe and supple while the brain spirals into a sort of black hole of senior moments. Tantric attachments aside, I should cut back on my intake of English porn; the cock-knee spam is killing me.

10:57 PM  
Blogger sirbarrett said...

Thank god for yoga. It sounds like your memories of the past and nostalgia for beauty can be suffocating. I like how you communicate with the animals though. It seems like while they are antagonizing you, they are also trying to share your wisdom. You did well to keep them moving, to keep yourself moving. Onward and Wayward! as my friend would say, towards the temples that scrape at the vanishing sky. You'll have a fresh start in 2006. HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

11:32 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Sirbarrett
You and yours and me and mine are currently straddling different time zone as I write, here inside the 2006 Temple.
Cheers!

2:52 AM  
Blogger karma said...

many happy dreams in 2006, honey!
xxx

4:23 AM  
Blogger transience said...

if you were a yoga position, i would name you sleepdreamwakediary. it would entail a fifth appendage, which i don't have. sadly.

happy new year's, finn.

7:57 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Karma
And you and yours as well Karma! Bang! Kerpow! Boom! 2006! Where the hell did I put my liver?


Transcendence

Trans"...if you were a yoga position, i would name you sleepdreamwakediary. it would entail a fifth appendage, which i don't have. sadly.

Finn Fifth appendage? You mean you've had your appendix removed?
Here's a little New Year Nutt from my lowest branch.

At Organ Grinders

by Finnegus Wakemup

Andy and the Adrenals have on kidney hats
While A. Appendix grooves to Hendrix

Betty Bladder's Brain is drained;
D. Duodenum won't stop his blather

B-boy Bladder jumps up on stage and yells
"Let's give it up for The PoPeyes!"

"You have No Heart!" sang Irv and His Intestines
Screamed Sid Kidney "No meat? No beat? NO HEAT!"

Lotta Liver sang so hard from her Lungs
That Herr Ovaries egged
D. Pancreas' pecker

The Parathyroids took it
Slow and mellow and fine
With a dirge called "My Poor Pituitary"

This made A. Prostate prostrate;
He'd just seen the Doctor
Onefinger, Twofingers,
Longfinger Strongfinger
The alias "Prodding Proctor"

D. Spleen said "Whaddaya mean?"
Ain't got no Stomach for this!
As "T. Thymus" backed by "Tryrannical Thyroid"
Sang "What the hell do you do with your Testes?"

But when the clock struck 12.00
The MC cried "No more of this 2005 jive!"
"We're entering the tomb of New Year's Womb
Let's hope we see y'all next year.

12:30 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

dreamy finn - I have admired your Blog Roll for some time now. I hope you don't mind that I've copied your idea. I was up until 4:30 this morning figuring things out. It finally works!
I will feel even better knowing that you really don't mind.

1:33 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Queen Neetee
I am tickled that you admire my Blog Roll, Neetee. (blush)
However, I'm pretty sure I've never posted any over-the-top Half-Nekkid Thurday pics---at least nothing so risque as to expose my roll. :-(|)

Everyone out in the blog o'sphere learns from another. Isn't that how we monkeys have always done things? We just shuffle pixels and atoms around differently. I'm proud of you figuring things out on your blog. Maybe you can extend a helping hand to C.J. in making links on his blogs. It's about time he blogrolls his commenters, don't you think?

2:28 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Strange, I felt sure you were already hanging your word drapery on me by April? I just double checked and no, nothing. Maybe you only read it. Anyway the reference remains.

I am amazed you are familiar with the "flying dream," I didn't even consider it may be a recognised sensation. I have it 2 or 3 times a year. Weightless is not strictly speaking true because I experience a constant but very gentle gravitational pull (like a goldfish sinking slowly in a bowl.) It is easily overcome by a couple of shallow leg-kicks.

Some effort is needed to get off the ground but once aloft, "flying" is easy. A fearful and infrequent flyer in real life, I nonetheless experience no vertigo or dread of heights. This is a serene and peaceful experience and one I would wish to repeat at will if possible. Let me know if the power of your positive thought helped you "fly" last night. Dream on Finn.

4:57 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Perfect Virgo
I'm sure I was commenting regularly by the time I saw that post. I'm also pretty certain I left a comment. Yet mystery of mysteries, there's nothing there there. I have commented on others' sites in the past (Gulnaz's in particular) about the "missing comments" oddity. It also seems to happen from time to time with Haloscan.

But that was last year. Let's leave it for good and talk about the flying we'll be doing this year.

Flying dreams are quite common. They tend to be easier dreams to remember since they are often as terrifying as they are exhilarating. The subtle gravity is something I feel to varying degrees, depending on the landscape. Water tends to magnetize; to have a stronger pull than land. Water has been a far more frequent theme as well.

I didn't fly last night. Unfortunately, I hit the sack at around 4 a.m due to New Year's festivities. I had an oddball dream however. I've put down some notes and will hopefully have it posted within the next few days.

7:04 PM  
Blogger doriandra said...

the beaches there still speak of secrets and things yet better left unsaid- whales and sea dogs swimming together say something of a graceful tandem motion through the lucid waters of your mind.

9:45 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

I hide corrected in shame. Ooops! Blog Tower.

Thanks for your help. I've posted the banners that I designed last night. Even though I designed one for you, I ended up posting the one you already have. I like that one.

Go take a peek and tell me what you think.

10:54 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Doriandra
The haunting thing about waves on the shore is that they sound no different from the time our amphibious ancestors first emerged. Vision, on the other hand, was vastly other. What secrets are lying underwater? What did happen in the watery depths throughout the eons? Secrets better left unsaid indeed.


Queen Neetee
Hide corrected? Blog tower is something I call the construction, Neetee. I have no clue what the "official" or "accepted" name is. Perhaps Blog banner tower will stick. Someone's got to do the coining, and blog lingo is being created as we speak.

I'll head on over and see what you've got on your tower, hehe.

1:13 AM  
Blogger floots said...

hi
thanks for the recent visit
(i been away)
cheers

8:40 AM  
Blogger Grace said...

Happy New Year to you Finn, I hope it is the year of your dreams :-)

1:37 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Floots
Snap-happy shutterbugging surely

Grace
If my dreams came true, I would cease being me...most unlikely. Cheers!

2:48 PM  
Blogger rhein said...

finn- i'd been on holiday, back soon though.

3:41 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Rhein
Enjoy yourself till you no longer do.

5:11 PM  
Anonymous Weasel spanker said...

You are a weasel pleaser sir!

5:26 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

i do have a fifth appendage.
but i don't use it often.
can you see it from over there?
no?
pity.
i use my fifth appendage to locate and ruminate over this gentlemans web site.

were those hyenas for real i asks me self? or a metaphor for us bloggers?
nah he loves us really he does.

me, having spent the yuletide festivities up in bonny scotland in an old hunting lodge which has a beach that faces the irish sea, felt a certain resonace with that bit. in the past we have seen dead animals litter the beach. sea lions. sheep. goats.

doriandra's comments speak in magic tones. if only i could visit.

sorry i missed your retun but hey, better late than never.

7:10 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Jesus Cocaine Baby
You are finally back from your boggy lodge I see, and not a moment too soon.

Did you dip your rattle in the wishing well? The new year is freshly painted and waiting to hear what sort of riffs you've got in store for us.

The hyenas were real enough for me. Anytime you soil your bed, the question of reality becomes relative. And no, my commenters (like you and Doriandra) have been nothing if not pussycats.

11:27 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

yodelling love call

1:08 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Your account of this dream begins like "rock me gently" poetry and continues with entrancing and intriquing images and experiences. I smile as my eyes soak up your rich words because they don't seem unusual to me. Dreams are "off-beat" on first impression to many, by their very loop de loop or jump through hoops patterns or mazes.
I'm just here enjoying the trip through your mind that you write of so well.

I'm one of those bloggers who reads the comment thread. Oh my oh my oh my whohoooooooooooooooooooooooo! Love that poem of yours. LOL I've not transferred all of my writings over to my new site, but I posted a euphemistic one before Dec. that I will repost with the others.

I enjoy your sense of humor as much as your writing expertise recounting your interesting dreams.

Ok, This is eerie but cool and funny, to me once you read down to the bottom of this paragraph: you replied to me that you notice the word verifications, too. I was about to say I could have also come here via CJ's fishy abode, but decided to omit that as superfluous until I saw my word verification: "cjfcw". I can see him smiling.

10:15 AM  

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