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, January 02, 2006

Sonic Dream


An epic dream of buffeting winds, Kitty Hawk dunes and sudden basaltic cliffs towering over tilted Irish seas. There's an easterly on the western seaboard and a westerly where I am standing. I am able to shift my coastal location by closing my lids, turning round and blinking. I see the shifting locales as though looking through the viewfinder of a movie camera; my eye movements acting like a "shutter-drive", controlling not only the speed of the scene, but also the era. Rapid eye movements, which feel mechanically controlled, create a sensation of clarity. But when I switch to myself and try to control things, the sea, the dunes and the windy grasses begin to flicker as though I were watching a silent film. I practice at various speeds in order to shorten the divide between this machine-self and me, sensing that I'll be able to master it. My feelings, in spite of the bodily uncertainty, are curiously hopeful.

Later, a spectral newsreel-like montage of great personalities, inventors and inventions. Edison, Duke Ellington, Laurel and Hardy, Rod Serling, the Wright Brothers, Alexander Graham Bell, the Transatlantic Cable...the Transatlantic Cable. I'm obsessed about that early communication tether---my lucid mind is now envisioning those first cable telegrams and their sonic vibrations....could they be heard by whales and dolphins? And if so, how did they interpret those curious clicks? And are echo-locating bats the silent night agents who channel this cetatean sonar? Are they night beasts who relay and translate these codes through berries and blood?


I'm making mental puns about "reeling minds". Nervous laughter. But the other half of me is seriously exerting to manage the action by slowing everything down. The practical me wants to construct something magnificent and lasting from all this.

Later again, a figure is calling---waving distress signals through the windy ground mist. But I cut myself off from this "other". I can sense "it" trying to distract me from the thread of this bicoastal jump-cutting which feels like travelling through the carotid artery of sprung gnosis. There is something holy and profound here, something dependent upon my ability to will it into being through hard work. Yes, hard work! I begin blinking rapidly again, hoping that my cyborg self can call up the right set of actions to put this beast together---make it something unambiguous...transparent.

Back on a blustery Kitty Hawk dune facing the Donegal bluffs on the other side of this dream. I know I will manage this time. This is not like the other dreams.

Later still, the letters are freshly painted over the battened placard. The sign itself is quite old and pocked with a beautiful patina of salt and rust. It is standing astride a stony well, where I can see a hanging bucket attached to a cable.

33 Comments:

Blogger Zataod said...

Finn, were you lucid (aware that this was a dream) while in the midst of this dream? The dream reminds me of a few of my lucid dreams where time seemed to flow like frames of a movie reel. Not continuous movement, but in short, discreet quanta of time. A kind of strobe light quality to the experience.

8:23 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Zataod
Yes I was at various time quite lucid. The odd thing was the mechanical "me" acting as film camera. I was watching "Full Frontal" last night, and believe it had a direct impact on what went on after I passed out. Watching films just before dozing is another way I generate "filmic" visions. The long-standing habit has definitely influenced the way my mind constructs reality. Good to hear from you after so long! Happy New Year!

8:55 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Marvellous - it's such a joy to have one of your dreams transplanted in my head. In reality I lack any real capacity to dream, so you are providing a great service to me.

I found this one as exhilarating as I did claustrophobic, but claustrophobic in a pleasant, cosy, dare I say, almost cuddly way.

9:23 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

RuKsAk
It's a joy to have you around for head-plants Ruk. Much obliged. You obviously do have the capacity to dream as well as remember them. It does take an odd sort of discipline to bring them into the daylight, that's for certain.

"Cuddly, exhilarating claustrophobia" has got to be a first, Herr Doctor Sak. You know how to make words do funny tricks. I like that.

11:17 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

Finn, it's interesting that you mention that. First of all, we just finished House of D -- very bad. Duchovney should stick to acting. Secondly, I was reading in a book recently about using video in just that way. About 1/2 before going to sleep, then using the sound to generate hypnagogic imagery as you are falling asleep. This is a technique I have not yet tried.

12:01 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Zataod
Don't know House of D, Zataod.

I've never read any books regarding hypnagogic generation, but as I mentioned, there seems to be something very strong at work. That said, I still believe one has to enter the land of Nod with mental antennae fully extended---whetting and honing the mind for some serious action. Give it a whirl Z!

1:46 AM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

I'm interested in the figure waving distress signals through the mist. Would love to hear Dr. Finn's interpretation of who that might be. Or maybe you'd rather just dream and the leave the interpreting
to others...

May 2006 be filled with amazing dreams and pictures to match!

4:39 AM  
Blogger Shubhodeep said...

"my eye movements acting like a "shutter-drive" "

Obviously, some problem with the eyes, eh?

Glad to know that your eyes can work like quasi-cameras. Keep it up!

;-)

6:57 AM  
Blogger transience said...

watching films has that effect on me, too, finn. but i guess what produce my most "memorable" dreams are the shifts in beliefs that i go through during a certain period in my life. like when i became agnostic, i dreamt day after day about scenes from the bible. i watched the crucified christ from the front row. without popcorn.

8:24 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Patry Francis ~
Funny you should ask about that character Patry. S/he (its appearance is never gender specific) has appeared numerous time in my dreams going all the way back to my youth. Back then the cypher was a lure whom I would often follow into one form of darkness or another. I remember being highly disturbed about my inability to say "no" to it. I am still trusting, but more often than not, I move on. I call this character the Anti-McGuffin since s/he is there to foil the "plot".

I am hoping that 2006 becomes a "tipping point" in our history (I dislike that buzz expression, but it flies here I suppose).
We seem to be living on borrowed time. I hope as a species we will look back upon this era in capital letters as "The Dawn". If it really is twilight, the bacteria will have to start from scratch......my blog!


Shubhodeep ~
No problems with the eyes other than myopia. As you surely know, cameras are based on eyes. It sometimes creeps me out.


Transience ~
Biblical scenes are some of the best tabloid fodder for dreams, Trans! The Old Testament is chock full of juicy stuff just like "National Inquirer" or "The Sun". You know, triplets born with 4 heads, saints living 999 years, Raiders of the Lost Yacht, man-eating chicken diseases, psychotic hurricanes, Global Warming....

Mel Gibson surely has nothing on your catholic (small 's') visions. I used to fantasize about Jesus playing shortstop for my hometown baseball team, hitting the umpire in the back of the head after smacking the ball around the planet, that sort of stuff. Now I realize he's a blogger who lives in England and traffics cocaine for sport.


V.W.= KILGBH Kill George Bush's Horror

12:15 PM  
Blogger floots said...

this is an omen
dreams of kitty hawk
mean you will be all wright in the middle of the night

5:25 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Floots
I hope you're wright!

11:33 PM  
Blogger stella said...

wow. if you're sleeping life is this vivid, i can only ponder what waking finn is capable of! masterful.

3:06 AM  
Blogger Bouls said...

As I was reading this, the computer screen began to flicker before it was about to dim. I lost track of reality because you sucked me in so deep, I thought the flickering dimness was all part of your dream. I realized what was happening when it bleeped out for a moment. Need I say more. For a quick moment your dream and my reality became one. bouls

5:36 AM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

I love this dream! How wonderful to watch oneself become aware of a telepathic ability to control. Not only were you learning to manipulate your gift, you were putting other inventions from another time to test.

The focus you demanded of yourself was quite interesting especially since you were operating as a split being independent of the other.

If the sleeping mind could ever be penetrated by film, I suspect the pictures would be very similar to the precise way of your narration.

Now I understand the questions you put to me about dreams.

As I've told you before, I'm always drawn to written or printed words in dreams for some reason. I immediately locked onto Later still, the letters are freshly painted over the battened placard. The sign itself is quite old and pocked with a beautiful patina of salt and rust.

I have come to appreciate your wonderful ability to relate your dreams in such a way that they are more than just night shows.

7:25 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

Thanks for the plug buddy. Yes, I do read your comments page as well as your elaborate dream tales (ever read Neil Gaiman's SANDMAN?).

I like this.
I relate to the shutter flick eyeball bit and to yours and Trans moments in front of the telly when reality fades into dreamtime.

I have been thinking a lot lately about how the aboriginal tribes people enter into their dreamtime. I think that they ae right in their beliefs that maybe (just maybe) the world we perceive as real in fact is no more real than our dreams. Indeed, maybe our dremas are but an alternate reality.

Time for me to sleep again and live?

11:12 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Stella
Didn't you see me in "Waking Life?" I was quite animated. Thanks for your kind-hearted sentiments.

Bouls
You are scaring me. Those sonar blips can definitely register in the oddest places.
Flickering dimness is part of my daily reality. My mind bleeps out at odd moments---sometimes it leaving messages it is on sabbatical---demanding a raise upon its return.
Minds aren't what they used to be.

Queen Neetee
This dream was interesting for me because I've been focusing on flying whenever I'm not able to watch a film. In less complicated times, I was able to do so much more consistently. This one had the feeling of manipulating reality as though I were, (in the words of the great Terrence McKenna) a sort of "machine-elf creature".

The dreaming mind has a much stronger relation to images than words. My dreams tend to be linguistically convoluted; almost crippling.
Perhaps that's why the native people of Australia have always painted their dreams. Shamanism is visionary. The idiom "I see what you mean" might have quite ancient origins.

As to dreams being penetrated by film, I imagine there will one day be a way of recording our dreams; by then I'll surely be in some diorama getting sat on by some giant, three-toed sloth.
I really recommend you see the film "Eraserhead" by David Lynch. It is the best "depiction" of a nightmare in film I've ever seen. Although Mullholland Drive and Lost Highway are also based on the rift between dreams and reality, they are not efforts which attempt to construct the oddness of language, behavior and (as Zataod noted above) "hypnogogic imagery" as in Eraserhead.

Written or printed text becomes literal "sign language" in my dreams, since I'm not able to take in the minutae of a logic-based text. I have tried, but quickly get distracted by something visual. There's no competition. But when there are few words (usually signposted) I'm riveted. It's as if my mind only knows how to decipher words like a child. Maybe this fascination goes back to our gazing at those towering colored letters in our first books? Dr. Seuss was definitely on to something.

11:32 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

This is much more vivid than usual, but I need to know what are Donegal bluffs they sound large grey and fluffy, I hope they are

8:02 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

sue hardy-dawson
The Donegal bluffs I refer to are also called cliffs. I was referring to these, which are sort of grey, but definitely not fluffy. I walked along miles of coastal cliffs in Ireland. These were some of the most impressive and awe-inspiring for sure.

11:35 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Finn - I learn most of my adjectival trickery from you.

What follows is an acrostic from the word verification:
Every
Verb
Drives
Ruksak's
Yelling
Voice

Sorry - bit lame, but thought I would give it a whirl.

5:51 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

ruKsaK

I understand your ranting. Verbs are the go-go girls for all intents and purposes. Randy? They can even be copulative.

I tried to pronounce the resulting consonant-clustered acronym
and it came out sounding curiously Slavic.

9:30 AM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

An epic dream of buffeting winds, Kitty Hawk dunes and sudden basaltic cliffs towering over tilted Irish seas.

Dang. What an intro. I am immediately swept off my feet. *grin*

my eye movements acting like a "shutter-drive", controlling not only the speed of the scene, but also the era.

Ooh, intriguing. I am riveted. ^_^ This lucid dream of yours is a gem (I wanna try it! I wanna! Hee.). One of those you've written about that keep me pinned to the edge of my seat.

12:00 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Soulless
"This lucid dream of yours is a gem (I wanna try it! I wanna!..."

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1:55 PM  
Blogger Dr. Charles said...

this kicks ass... i've been to both the dunes ar kitty hawk and the western coast of ireland, but never connected the two in my mind, thanks for this wild trip across the translatlantic cable.

6:26 PM  
Blogger NicoleBraganza said...

Wow, this was fascinating and a great read.

7:44 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

D.C.
Glad you liked it, D.C. I've never been to Kitty Hawk except in documentaries and books about W. and O. Wright. One strong link is the wind.

Nicole Braganza
Nice to see you back here after such a long time away, Nicole. I remember you were going away to school. Hope you passed. And thanks!

8:31 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

I try to make sense of everything I see and hear, I can't just ignore something and say, "I don't understand that." This one is a hard one though - often you have a beginning a middle and an end with tenuous links. This time the thread appears to be communication, with oneself and with others. The coastal imagery seems so at odds with the stony well, salt water versus drinking water. Life is full of contradictions.

12:12 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

On reflection I think I prefer them as they are, very beautiful, such a great name has set me thinking, I may create my own Donegal bluffs in their honor- thanks most kindly for the picture of them

1:49 AM  
Blogger bittersweet said...

I don't think i'll ever dream of flying because it terrifies me :S
Brilliant writting Finnegan, i'll definately be stalking ya.
;)

3:27 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Perfect Virgo
I also do a bit of head-scratching to "get to the bottom" of my dreams, especially since I usually have to walk a tightrope to get from
the discombobulation of my dreams to text. Your remarks get at the root of what I go through each and every session. The contradictions and odd linkages are both what prod me to gain a footing as well as let things fly.

One analogy that might be useful here is abstract painting or drawing. The standard sorts of tropes one depends on to paint subjects from the visible world (naturalistic subjects) don't apply. The threads to pictorial cohesiveness and dynamic tension are often only suggested or hinted at rather than forefronted. The abstract quality of my dreams allows me (actually compels me) to do the same sort of thing. You mention the tenuous links, and so you're right on track...to becoming flummoxed. I realize all too well how contradictory and tenuous dreams can be; writing about them seems to amplify the mismatches.

The coastal imagery was not only at odds with the stony well, but seemed like an anchor to any suggestion of Kitty Hawk weightlessness on the other end of the Atlantic. The curious thing of all is the cable link to Kitty Hawk and Ireland, connected to that damned bucket which keeps appearing.


Sue Hardy-Dawson
I admire your willingness to create your own image out of a name. Let me know when you decide to christen your fabricated bluffs, and I'll bungie-jump off of them; perhaps spring back up with a smile and a seashell.

Bittersweet
The fact that you are terrified of flying practically guarantees you will! You can stalk me anytime; just not when I'm asleep.

12:41 AM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

I've been reading you so long I have cottoned on to the mismatches and contrafibularities and can feel the flimsy linkage! Nonetheless every so often a set of such extreme contradictions bewilders me.

Maybe I am prevented from recalling those of my own dreams which hapen to be scrambled because my analytical nature couldn't make sense of them during slumber?

5:09 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

OK, I'm in heaven. All this time I've seen your comments on other blogs not knowing that you wrote about your dreams. (I've been slowly making my way to the blogs on the rolls.)

I'm not surprised to read in your profile that your in the arts. That blogger image stuck in my mind immediately. I think it would even if I wasn't an artist.

I've not written about my dreams on blogs. My family kids me mercilessly about the films that play in my head and are recounted to them in vivid detail. I dream in colour and in sound...and premonitions.

For now, I'm content to read your detailed tales. I still have to take a deep breath before I hit publish for to blog one of my poems and/or artworks!

Yum! I'll be back to enjoy more. I've never joined a "dream" group in real life. Have you?

6:22 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

Ooops "you're." I'm too tired. Dreamland beckons. ;)

6:23 AM  

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