Dream theories

(my non-writing update: I’m alive and my stomach is letting me eat what I want. I still feel a little weird from my total lack of nutrient, but I’m getting there. Oh, I should also plug The Andrew Dice Clay site where you can get his new and cool double album.)

Yesterday, I was talking about dreams and writing, which is a great topic right now. I think I have some kind of sleep disorder, because I sleep 10 hours and it feels like 6, and I always have dreams which are taunting me, saying “just try to write this shit down when you wake up.” My dreams right now are incredibly nonlinear, overlapping, redundant, confusing, and realistic. Because they aren’t a simple story, I can’t just write them down. (It’s also a pain in the ass because when I wake up at 4 in the morning, I don’t want to spend 20 minutes transcribing dreams, and then end up wide awake.) I find that by thinking about how I want to write the dreams down, they happen more vividly, and I remember more when I wake. I wish there was some kind of machine or hypnosis tape I could use to get closer to this goal, but most of the stuff you find on the internet is either new-age hippie crap, or a get-rich-quick scheme.

I think people have similar, cliche dreams. I mentioned this yesterday: falling, naked in front of people, forgot they were registered for a class, and so on. I find that my dreams sometimes fall into templates, but they are much stranger. Let me see if I can assemble a top five list (not in any order):

  1. This really isn’t a dream, there is a nuclear holocaust, and I’m experiencing the last five seconds of my life.
  2. A lucid dream where I’m able to take control.
  3. I’m back in Elkhart, Indiana, and going through the same problems I did ten years ago
  4. “The amalgam dream” – I’m walking in San Francisco, I turn a corner and it’s Bloomington, 1992, crossed with the cabash scenes from Naked Lunch. I run into a person I used to work with, who is drinking coffee with Jesse Ventura. Etc.
  5. The lucid dream that takes place in my apartment and I’m not sure that I’m asleep or awake. Happens when I’m about to fall asleep, or on those bad nights of insomnia where I wake up and look at the clock every hour and later deduce that I’ve been up all night.

I take ideas from my dreams. For the last three years, I’ve been on and off successful with writing down things. I read about how Phillip K. Dick dreamed all of his stories, and then woke up and simply transcribed them to paper. I thought that was so cool, I started doing it with Rumored to Exist. A lot of key ideas in that book were lifted straight from dreams. I’ve never been able to fully capture the whole dream-state onto paper, but I never would’ve been able to figure out some of the stuff I use in Rumored.

Or maybe I would. I have a lot of theories about dreams, that they are simply extensions of what you feel and think consciously, mixed with a little biochemical work from what you ate before bed or how stressed you are. I wish there was a way to control that mirror from one side to the other, and maybe there will be within my lifetime….

I got a late start today, so I better split. More about this later.

Cutups

I’m home sick today, after a brief visit to the office to get all of my machines running. My stomach is killing me, and I’m wondering what to do about lunch, since I don’t think solids are an option. I just took some medicine, so maybe a late lunch of applesauce and crackers will work.

This makes it difficult to focus on my ongoing campaign of entries about writing structure. I’ve been babbling about content, and promising that I’d get to method eventually. All four of you who regularly read this have already replied, telling me to start talking about method, or at least explain my definition of it. I better at least make an effort to do this, although it’s opening a can of worms.

I think I originally defined method as the way that content is manipulated to create the final product. What this means is that there’s no way I can explain or examine it in a journal entry, because that would be like discussing the entire craft of writing in 500 words. I think it’s possible to talk about method and a specific work or writer, because it’s fairly synonymous to talking about a writer’s style. I think the difference is sleight – style is what the reader can extract from a work or set of works that’s unique to a writer. Method is how the writer, in the course of creating, creates a body of work that has style. It’s sort of like the difference between source code and a binary executable. When you read a Burroughs book like The Soft Machine, you pick up on the style, even moreso if you read the whole trilogy (Nova Express and The Ticket that Exploded) you’d notice the similarities that went beyond the content, the cadence and the choppiness that creates confusion in parts – where he – seems to love- using em dashes- and so forth.

The flipside to this is that the three books I mentioned are part of Burroughs’ infamous cutup trilogy. He’d take pieces of scagenged text, cut them into fourths, mix them up, and put them back together again. Then, bits and pieces of this text would become fragments of stories. Burroughs became addicted to the cutup method for years, believing that language was a virus and the chaotic technique released deeper inner meanings to life which tied to dozens of conspiracies of government mind control. It might sound like it’s completely full of shit, but it’s the perfect example of a method. Content is manipulated – in this case, content as varied as discarded short stories, parts of Time magazine, Shakespeare, and other found text.

Here’s a little exercise you can try at home, which will hopefully get me out of writing any more because I want to crawl under my desk right now. Go to http://www.bigtable.com/cutup/ where there is a most incredible cutup machine. You enter in stuff, and it spits it back out cut up. It’s almost eerie how it works. Let’s try an example with a piece from my book Rumored to Exist.

The real text:

 	"Come in!"  yelled his voice from inside.  The thick, fireproof steel safety portal muffled his voice, a loud bellow numbed by underwater insulation.  I knew he only locked the place when cops were at the door, and I used that factoid whenever I was at the mall and had to take a piss, but didn't want to used their fucked-up restrooms. 	I walked into the small cookie-cutter apartment, and almost tripped on a knee-high pile of stolen McDonald's sugar packets.  The place looked weird since his brother moved out and took all of the good furniture.  The remaining couches, lifted from a dumpster a few weeks ago, were arranged in a postmodern configuration that could serve no practical purpose.  Two of them formed a V facing away from the TV and opening to an armchair with all four legs missing.  The funnel-like layout wasted the functionality of two couches, but highlighted the empty room in a remarkable, eccentric way.  The dim light of a color TV tuned to the cable info channel's endless computer scrolling of pay-per-view times was augmented by the glow of another         "Come in!"  yelled his voice from inside.  The thick, fireproof steel safety portal muffled his voice, a loud bellow numbed by underwater insulation.  I knew he only locked the place when cops were at the door, and I used that factoid whenever I was at the mall and had to take a piss, but didn't want to used their fucked-up restrooms.         I walked into the small cookie-cutter apartment, and almost tripped on a knee-high pile of stolen McDonald's sugar packets.  The place looked weird since his brother moved out and took all of the good furniture.  The remaining couches, lifted from a dumpster a few weeks ago, were arranged in a postmodern configuration that could serve no practical purpose.  Two of them formed a V facing away from the TV and opening to an armchair with all four legs missing.  The funnel-like layout wasted the functionality of two couches, but highlighted the empty room in a remarkable, eccentric way.  The dim light of a color TV tuned to the cable info channel's endless computer scrolling of pay-per-view times was augmented by the glow of another three black and white sets turned to static.  The last time I asked about this, he said it kept the CIA from reading his mind. three black and white sets turned to static.  The last time I asked about this, he said it kept the CIA from reading his mind. 	He covered one of the windows with a black velvet dogs-playing-poker mural.  On the deck, an authentic Civil War cannon sat jerry-rigged on a stand made of broken gradeschool chairs, the business end of the cast-iron terror aimed into the parking lot.  The century-old barrel reeked of freshly spent black powder. 	I went into the kitchen.  He poured scoop after scoop of powdered Gatorade and sugar into an empty plastic Crisco container, and tamped it down with a bent up coathanger.  "Potassium... slows the heart."  He poured in some water, and poured the mix into a filthy beer stein. 	"Lemonade?" he asked, holding the clear glass to the light, to examine the particles.  	An endless tape loop.  Periodic dream interruptions - bursts of low-band UHF transmission hitting during REM sleep.  A crackled radio voice tells me "This is not a dream - this is a radio transmission from the future - await further instruction.  This is not a dream - this is..."  In the foreground, the signal sends a black and white, crackling image of Project Crossroads, a military detonation of a nuke in the ocean, surrounded by a bunch of retired Navy ships, and animal experiments on the deck.  Goats eat hay on the deck of an aircraft carrier while a solid white pillar of smoke miles wide jets through the air, never dissipating, widening, evaporating millions of gallons of ocean and shipyard steel. 	A jolt of energy woke me up, almost threw me from the bed. 4:25am.  Still in my single mattress on the floor of the attic.  My heart beat like I just ran ten miles after coronary surgery. Notebook... notebook... I can't even see the page - I've gone blind: no, it's the glasses.  Put them on - my face dirty.  Maybe I should wash it?  No, first: 	"May 25?  four parallel Japanese comedy shows at once, two takes - all bizarro forms of each other.  Like post-death Superman? Back in Bloomington - looked like Moroccan market from Naked Lunch movie - tables of people selling the black meat of the aquatic centipede, on Kirkwood Ave.  I remember thinking it was good to be back - the feeling you get when it's the beginning of freshman year and your parents have left and you are on your own, starting over again.  Met dad at the mall - there was a Roman Catholic church in the food court.  Got in trouble for drinking a holy water - thought it was a bottled water." 	I threw the journal on the floor, checked my watch.  4:13. Before it was 4:16, I drifted back to Bloomington, living in the boardinghouse room I had 6 years before...

The cutup text (with 100 random lines from Naked Lunch added):

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Met dad at the mall and had to take a piss, but didnt want to rub up against you and get fixed.

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A crackled radio voice tells me This is not a dream – this is… In the foreground, the signal sends a black and white, crackling image of Project Crossroads, a military detonation of a when too many crowd into one room there orgones, they wanta take over my they in a remarkable, eccentric way.

The dim light of a color TV tuned to the cable info channels endless computer scrolling of pay-per-view times was augmented by the glow of another three black and shit-solid in the food court. Got in trouble for drinking a holy water – thought it was a bottled water. I threw the journal on the floor, checked my watch.

413. Before it was good to be back – the feeling you get when its the beginning of freshman year and your parents have left and you are on your own, starting over again. Met dad at the mall – there was a Roman Catholic church in the air — are high and small with erect nipples. She fficial known no uh economic factors were in- they wont swarm. I gotta gimmick, see Andrew Keif the bone.

Her ike a citizen find leprosy on himself. an Clarence How latform in a remarkable, eccentric way.

The dim light of a when too many crowd into one room there orgones, they wanta take over my they in a remarkable, eccentric way. The dim light of a nuke in the air — are high and small with erect nipples. She fficial known no uh economic factors were in- they wont swarm. I gotta gimmick, see Andrew Keif the bone. Her ike a citizen find leprosy on himself. an Clarence How latform in a Degradation Contest at the mall – there was a bottled water. I threw the journal on the deck of an aircraft carrier while a solid white pillar of smoke miles wide jets through the air, never dissipating, widening, evaporating millions of gallons of ocean and shipyard steel. A jolt of energy woke me up, almost threw me from the bed. 425am. Still in my single mattress on the floor of the good furniture. The remaining couches, lifted from a dumpster a few weeks ago, were arranged in a pile of stolen McDonalds sugar packets.

The place looked weird since his brother moved out and took all of the good furniture. The remaining couches, lifted from a dumpster a few weeks ago, were arranged in a postmodern configuration that could serve no practical purpose. Two of them formed a V facing away from the future – await further instruction. This is not a dream – this is… In the foreground, the signal sends a black velvet dogs-playing-poker mural. On the deck, an authentic Civil War cannon sat jerry-rigged on a knee-high pile of stolen McDonalds sugar packets. The place looked weird since his brother moved out and took all of the good furniture.

The remaining couches, lifted from a dumpster a few weeks ago, were arranged in a postmodern configuration that could serve no practical purpose. Two of them formed a V facing away from the TV and opening to an armchair with all four legs missing. The funnel-like layout wasted the functionality of two couches, but highlighted the empty room. bring-downs are fre- women in the air — are high and small with erect nipples.

She fficial known no uh economic factors were in- they wont swarm. I gotta gimmick, see Andrew Keif the bone. Her ike a citizen find leprosy on himself. an Clarence How latform in a Degradation Contest at the mall – there was a Roman Catholic church in the air — are high and small with erect nipples. She fficial known no uh economic factors were in- they wont swarm. I gotta gimmick, see Andrew Keif the bone. Her ike a citizen find leprosy on himself. an Clarence How latform in a remarkable, eccentric way. The dim light of a when too many crowd into one room there orgones, they wanta take over my they in a Degradation Contest at the door, and I used that factoid whenever I was at the card suspiciously You dont t extraordinary discharge. More or less of a color TV tuned to the light, to examine the particles. An endless tape loop. Periodic dream interruptions – bursts of low-band UHF transmission hitting during REM sleep.

A crackled radio voice tells me This is not a dream – this is a radio transmission from the TV and opening to an armchair with all four legs missing. The funnel-like layout wasted the functionality of two couches, but highlighted the empty room. bring-downs are fre- women in the ocean, surrounded by a bunch of retired Navy ships, and animal experiments on the deck. Goats eat hay on the deck of an aircraft carrier while a solid white pillar of smoke miles wide jets through the air, never dissipating, widening, evaporating millions of gallons of ocean and shipyard steel. A jolt of energy woke me up, almost threw me from the TV and opening to an armchair with all four legs missing. The funnel-like layout wasted the functionality of two couches, but highlighted the empty room. bring-downs are fre- women in the boardinghouse room I had 6 years before… stomach rum- enter the body and tion I did exercise that function and witnessed ck. He slides his cock up the boys t afford to buy devil doll stool cally up and down, No, Ill wash it. o is sitting e or not, and to mention his name blished that my client has it is old and dirty and under act 666. They look at him significantly. not mis- The Home Secretary views with t hit you ers eat an aquarium, says the place what He opened the file and held he nigger shack used to be, right reat magnifying glass set in the boardinghouse room I had 6 years before… stomach rum- enter the body and tion I did exercise that function and witnessed ck. He slides his cock up the boys t afford to buy devil doll stool cally up and down, No, Ill wash it. o is sitting e or not, and to mention his name blished that my client has it is old and dirty and under act 666.

They look at him significantly. not mis- The Home Secretary views with t hit you ers eat an aquarium, says the place when cops were at the mall and had to take a piss, but didnt want to rub up against you and get fixed. radicated…. any way trans- quad for 20 years.

Oldtimers like me. I been on heir incandescent loveliness of body, face and ll hear. ath filled the empty room. bring-downs are fre- women in the air — are high and small with erect nipples. She fficial known no uh economic factors were in- they wont swarm. I gotta gimmick, see Andrew Keif the bone. Her ike a citizen find leprosy on himself. an Clarence How latform in a postmodern configuration that could serve no practical purpose. Two of them formed a V facing away from the future – await further instruction. This is not a dream – this is… In the foreground, the signal sends a black and shit-solid in the boardinghouse room I had 6 years before… stomach rum- enter the body and tion I did exercise that function and witnessed ck. He slides his cock up the boys t afford to buy devil doll stool cally up and down, No, Ill wash it. o is sitting e or not, and to mention his name blished that my client has it is old and dirty and under act 666. They look at him significantly. not mis- The Home Secretary views with t hit you ers eat an aquarium, says the place what He opened the file and held he nigger shack used to be, right reat magnifying glass set in the air — are high and small with erect nipples. She fficial known no uh economic factors were in- they wont swarm. I gotta gimmick, see Andrew Keif the bone.

Her ike a citizen find leprosy on himself. an Clarence

It’s sort of a mess, but fun. That’s all for now. Maybe I’ll write more later if I feel better.