[2008-11-11s14:09:02] Survey; Dcumentation; Analysis
I write. It's what I do. I look into that place I call my mind and pull pictures out. Then I explain it to myself. The more I understand the more I'm able to go looking for stuff which challenges perception. Then perception has a habit of challenging me. I try not to mess witth it. Try to divert my attention.
But sooner or later the message gets through. I play with the extant memes which exist to get me from A to B. Then build bypasses. Then I wander around where I'm expected to make choices.
My unconscious is bleeding into the place I call protoreality. Protoreality is the box into which I feed these words. If you are reading these words stop for a moment; look around I fixate on what's real, ground yourself so to speak; that's protoreality, got it! Close your eyes and listen. Where do you hear these words?
What I see in protoreality can only be explained in terms others appear unable to accept. So let me give you some facts about the paths where I travelled and the images I saw there. There's a whole 'father' vibe been infecting my down-time. The image I most associate with 'father' right now comes from a tvshow. So It got rationalized as unresolved plot playing on my mind. Hit me in a dream two nights ago, the face, and an bizarre sort of battle. Weird little messages come to me like this from time to time.
I put them out of my mind and carry-on trying to understand where A is, B is, and the relationship between the two in relation to wherever the hell I am. Occasionally I stop-off and watch a tvshow. That's when I start to notice the bleed.
Last week one half of the dynamic-duo went off into some sort of precog-soup inspired spirit quest through past deeds; I imagine he was experiencing reality as the invisible man in a dream; a way to spy on that 'father' archetype an his unresolved machinations so to speak. This week, at the end of his vision quest, our hero wakes and discovered the soup-chef beheaded; as he turns away a well dressed man grabs his head and says: "I believe you've been having dreams about me"; go-on... guess who I'm talking about.
It is not an isolated incident.
I find, as I'm writing this I'm being hit by a kind of online ID check. Or, for the Freudians, is that an 'id' check, and that's yet another occasion I've been hit with "Forbidden Planet" after strolling past a bar as I wander between homes.
The fool's referendum: the choice between living in a prison or a hospital, handed to you by blinded fools who believe choice is doing you a favour.
Other tvshows/media/tech exploded into other improbable ways.
The next President's first CIA briefing was interesting. Seeing the geeks hauling the NSA's collective ass out of the fire was neat. Of course this sort of behaviour is probably why I'm facing the prisoner/patient choice.
There's been a Quantum-event, situation confirmed, I've been asked to stop. I won't of course, just pause for a while to let the buses catch-up. THen I'll be off agin.