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, February 11, 2006

Argyle Dream (That Side Part 1)

While I'm pressing on my wounded foot, which makes a little hissing squeak whenever I release it, the man behind the mirror booms through the p.a. system. "Yer a dumbshit to be here....this ain't yer territory, an' yew know it. So why don' yew juss git out!?"

I begin applying an even firmer press-and-release on my foot, which makes it sing with an odd, lamb-to-the-slaughter bleat. The comic sound gives me the right clue, and so now I know with certainty that this ghastly foot isn't real. It's a magic store slip-on rubber fake which is covering my healthy foot underneath. I begin to ponder my little epiphany: "How could such a horribly real thing become so bogus? And why didn't I notice the metamorphosis while it was happening? Then I'm wondering if this fake foot coverall be marketed as a new-fangled sort of footwear? I'm sure it would sell like mad! But what would I call it?" More questions to answer.

Again lucid and aware that it's 4 in the morning, I begin to wonder about the many things in life that slip by our notice, such as moles, nose hairs and wrinkles, but I can't keep the thread alive and so I slip back into the same showroom with my faux foot and the Republican. Beyond the glass, he is a shifting, ghostly silhouette. And someone else is standing alongside him.

Everything is suddenly silent except for the muffled street honks and fluorescent buzzing.
I listen to these sounds while I force the whole perspective through squinted eyes. I know now that I'm in control of this dream, and so I squint to make the mirror retreat and disappear. I squint and remove the rubbery foot. The same with the tractor and the rest of the farm machinery. I get a huge rush as I begin to delete things from the dream diorama one by one. I make sounds like dumping files into the trash on my computer and re-arrange the look of the room till it looks like a Soho gallery. I'm feeling nearly omnipotent now. "The power to change is always right there in front of you". I feel a surge of joy rush through me as the room becomes an infinite white. I sense it is my personal Philosopher's Stone.

In the middle of floor is a little hump of something chromatic and alive. Up close it is a livid, undulating sac which vaguely resembles what was once my bloodied argyle sock. Could it be? It's like a living, breathing soft sculpture stuck to the floor at the edges like a scab. Something is trying get out.

End of Argyle Dream (That Side Part 1)

Go to Argyle Dream (That Side Part 2)


Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

I always sensed that you have been developing the art of steering your level of "awakeness." Deeleting things from your dream one by one tells me your are reaching a new level - dream control. Despite those efforts to direct some images continue to form naturally, like the spooky 'undulating sac!'

12:46 PM  
Blogger floots said...

good old comic book cliffhanger
sure i wanna know what it all means
most of all
i need to know
what happens next
(thought of having argyle tattoo on my scrotum but decided that was taking fandom too far)

1:01 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

that was a science fiction film directed by Dali in morphemes - which is a cataclysmic poem of course - which is 'good'.

1:15 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

floots said it right: it's a cliffhanger dream, and one so visceral, I'm afraid to go to sleep lest the contents of that argyle sock infect my own dreams.

1:33 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Perfect Virgo
Actually the ability to control my dreams was much stronger when I was a teenager and nothing was impossible. It's been a long hard climb to recover even half of that ability.
The undulating sac which had been a Scottish argyle (and has now morphed into Floots' Scottish scrotum) is pregnant. Pregnant bloody scrotal sac is what it was. Something's gonna emerge.

Comix need endings, I agree Floots. I'll get it to you sooner than this last installment.

Tattooing your your clan's argyle on your scrotum, putting on the old kilt and bending over to pick up every golf ball in sight might not be a bad way of showing off your family colors.

What's good may not be good for you. I willy try to entertain, however.

1:42 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Patry Francis
I'm going through phrases and phrasals related to socks as a result of this:

PHRASES: knock (or blow) someone's socks off informal amaze or impress someone. knock the socks off informal surpass or beat : it will knock the socks off the opposition. —— one's socks off informal do something with great energy and enthusiasm : she acted her socks off. put a sock in it [usu. in imperative ] Brit., informal stop talking. sock and buskin archaic the theatrical profession; drama. sock it to someone informal attack or make a forceful impression on someone.

PHRASAL VERBS:sock something away put money aside as savings : you'll need to sock away about $900 a month. sock something in (or sock in) (of weather) envelop : the beach was socked in with fog.

Can you think of any more?

1:47 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

Your foot reminds me of the rubber squeaky bath toys my toddler enjoys.

I'm impressed with you level of lucidity. Hopefully, this inspires me to recapture the lucid dreams I've been missing.

2:38 PM  
Blogger rgmb said...

wow finnegan, you've got some sock fetish there! I also admire your ability to manipulate the focusing of the mirror with such agile lucidity. And also the fact that you can remember such dialogue, inflection and accent, amazing!

3:06 PM  
Blogger camera shy said...

i will be carrying the image of your hissing foot with me for days


5:01 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

A squeaky toy is about right, Z. I'm sure you'll get filled with lucid happenings soon enough. If I could invent a dream-capture tool...

Don't know about the sock being a fetish, but if the shoe fits...
The point you make about focusing with lucidity on the mirror made me wonder if I'd have seen such subtlety without my lucid state. Clarity of detail is what makes lucid dreaming so much different from normal dreaming. I want to carry this as far as I can. Thanks for stopping by.

Blog This
Someone should make a squeaky squeeze-toy foot for dogs. "Here, Fido, fetch!"

5:35 PM  
Blogger doriandra said...

i think you let whatever was trying to get out- OUT!! -extravagant epic imagery that makes me squirm in child like glee.

7:43 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Anything to get yer ya-ya's out, no?

8:05 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

what the hell is that 'little hump of something chromatic and alive' that is trying to get out?

def NOT doriandra's ya-ya's.

something blooegy and horrid i suspect.

1:10 AM  
Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

the giving you the rush as you delete it and then the dammed surrealistic argyle......what is going on...when will this continue?

*takes deep wnefilled breath.*

7:07 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Cocaine Jesus
«what the hell is that 'little hump of something chromatic and alive' that is trying to get out?» Definitely not D's ya-ya's. That was a sly reference to the Stones live album from the early 70's.
This is one of the few times in my dreams that I do have an answer for. Let's just say for now it's my past---something I've actually seen before. And what's a "blooegy"?

What's a "wnefilled" breath? winefilled...windfilled...whinefilled...or all 3?

7:38 AM  
Blogger Benard Ighner said...


Dreams are certainly synonymous with surrealism. However (Argyle Dream (This Side) is in a league all unto itself


8:56 PM  
Blogger Benard Ighner said...


Thank you for adding me to you links. I'm honored

9:02 PM  
Blogger Jane said...

I am very impressed with this deleting thing... I've never known anyone who could control their dreams

9:08 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

Okay...It's quite clear that I must call you super dreamy finn now.

It seems you are buying tickets to certain dreamscapes in your mind to come and go as if you are on some sort of vacation. Wow! You didn't even claim the foot pain, because now, it's a rubbery foot!

I'm going to borrow the message from you mind "The power to change is always right there in front of you", whenever I go into my closet to change.

You mangaged to make things disappear and to rearrange them with just with the squint of your eyes. (I've been doing that for years to make myself smaller in the mirror. It works.)

Great dream! And once again for redunancy's sake - you tell it so well.

Thanks super dreamy finn

9:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i like the unreality of it all, you could almost be awake and look at your body in the same way. it's a rare plane of existence when you can achieve dream control (uh-oh i'm sounding like that queensryche song silent lucidity, but what a great song it was). this post has all sorts of good layers to it, kind of like the sheets on my bed which are presently calling me :)

5:28 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Your surname is a really interesting one. I'd like to pronounce it correctly (inside my head), but I'm not sure if the "g" or the "h" is silent or not or what.

Bernard again
You are welcome. The honor is mine. If you get hooked on blogging, I'll put together a little chicklet (banner link) like your her majesty at the top of the heap.

You need to see a film called "Waking Life" by Richard Linklater. I saw it this last weekend for the first time and was absolutely blown away by it. The whole film is
about controlling dreams (lucid dreaming). My own site here called "Waking Finnegan" is simply a play on Joyce's title: "Finnegans Wake", which is an epic dream.
Google lucid dreaming and you might be surprised at what you find.

Queen Neetee
I can get pretty creeped out about the body in my walkaday world. In my dreams the bats come flying out of the closet and leave me alone with some very strange stuff.
But Neetee, you should consult Cocaine Jesus if you really need to know about closets.

As I mentioned to Jane above, I really think you would be moved by the film "Waking Life". I'm going to let C.J. know about it, since he's a cartoon/comics fanatic. There has never
been anything remotely like it.

The squinting re-arrangement is something pretty new to me. I am myopic in real life, so I do tend to squint a lot. In my dreams I have very clear vision without needing lenses.

Super Dreamy Finn? I've been wating for you to call me "Dream Boat" :-))

Last night I read a book RuKsaK had recommended called "Kafka on the Shore"
It is a magnificent, surreal, lucid-dream-space-time-continuum-whale-of-a-great story that moved me deeply many times and in many ways.
"Kafka on the Shore" and "Waking Life" at the same weekend. Man!

7:57 AM  
Blogger Maddy said...

...your conscience (sp)
perhaps...or a lost star

9:17 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

fallen one maybe?

9:31 PM  
Blogger Maddy said...

no...shooting...of COURSE!!

10:06 PM  
Blogger boudica of suburbia said...

Dreams are always cliff-hangers. You never get a sense of completeness from them, or at least I don't.

The undulating sac seems evil. As if it is making sure you realise that you have no control over your unconcious whatsoever.

It also makes me think of Existenz and of the pod-things they had.

just a rambling thought.


3:47 AM  
Blogger Stormy Zephyr said...

you write wonderfully well. I read your comments in other blogs and it never fails to make me smile

5:12 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...


boudica of suburbia
Dreams don't give the illusion of there being any "handles" the way real life does.
Points of reference we think will lead us somewhere (or at least give us a clue)
are often decoys or detours to places we can't fathom.

One enters a dream willy-nilly and goes on. It is an abstract world where we often meet up
with the Other.

I want to re-read Carlos Castaneda. It seems to me that the Shaman Don Juan merged his dreams with reality
via the vegetable teacher known as "Peyote".

Stormy Zephyr

6:26 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Stormy Zephyr
Oops, I was premature on the "publish" button there. Thinking about peyote had me longing...
I like your oxymoronic title. All words of Greek origin attract me, especially those with zzzzzz.
I will drop by blog to find out which way the wind is blowing. Cheers.

6:34 AM  
Blogger boulies said...

Oh please give us Argyle Part 3. You must! Just when I was getting all comfy with you in your own Philosopher's Stone, you pull a fast one and boomerang us back to a much more disturbing place than where it all began. Will there be no reprive from your insatialble night mischief you bestow upon us? I certainly hope not! Could that soft sculpture stuck to the floor be the return of the "pod people." I guess we'll just all have to wait to find out what the heck it is.
P.S. Ventura Prose is up and posting.

8:22 AM  
Blogger boulies said...

P.S. again, finn, thank's millions for getting me started in this blogging venture. You created my first blog site and I'll be forever grateful. You're a great friend! bouls

10:24 AM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

'"How could such a horribly real thing become so bogus? And why didn't I notice the metamorphosis while it was happening? '
This to me is the crux of life and everything about it or in it! You have stated a profound truth here, my dear friend!..how do we know that dreams aren't the 'real' life and life itself a dreamed up bogus mechanism?

12:10 PM  
Blogger rhein said...

i'll wondering all day, if something got out or not.

5:09 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

been re-reading and thinking about this post most of the week. i started a while back something like this but put it to one side whilst i wrote the 'crow' words. then i went onto another thing called 'willow walking' that i will post soon on'ritual acts'. maybe it is time to go back and revisit the words i wrote. maybe publish it. kinda compare notes. this is really good finn. real life or dream life. heaven and earth right here in our minds?

10:58 PM  
Blogger karma said...

sure is difficult walking with squaky feet!

4:00 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Maybe it's the "i-land-iPod" people from Snatchersville in County Floots, Scotland.
I'd accidentally trashed my notes from the Argyle dream. I found it whimpering at the top of the trash list like a kitten in a tree.
Glad to see you've got your blog up and running, Boulies.

Boulies again
You are welcome. More than anything, I'm glad I gave you your first fix. Now you are an addict like the rest of us who are going straight to Hell in a handbasket.

If our dream world were the real world and the real world were the dream, I imagine our dreams about the real world would be inversely confounding.

Something definitely got out when you were born, both literally and figuratively. This is a clue to the last part of the dream, by the way.

Cocaine Jesus
I'd definitely love to see what you wrote there, Baby Freebase Jesus Our Saviour. Put it up, put it up.
Oh, and you definitely must see Richard Linklater's Waking Life. It's an astonishing animated take on the "dream life of real life" question; if we aren't, in fact, characters in a dream coming from outside (or inside) ourselves.


6:02 AM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

You're my "Blog of the Week" dreamy finn

10:11 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

queen neetee
Thou art overly magnanimous for such an undeserving subject, your majesty.

4:49 AM  
Blogger sirbarrett said...

Your foot sounded extremely troubled, but it wasn't your foot afterall. The argyle sock. Is it a friend? Is it a foe? You control your room then something familiar comes alive. Mysterious. Will the whole process of foot alienation begin again or will you sing the love sonnet of sir J Alfred bloodied sock?

5:18 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Good evening. I'm Alfred Hitchsock.
Our guileful dreams are usually part of a feeting frenzy of the mind.

10:06 AM  
Anonymous BritBloke said...

Fucking hell, what on earth is this? I've stumbled into something altogether disturbing and amazing. What a unique dreamer (and writer) you are!

10:54 PM  
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