One Timeless Summer's Day
I had a dream in which I was part of a group of children who all grew-up together over the course of a sunny summer's day in a grassy field near the sea. I woke-up from this extraordinary experience and looked at the clock. It was 6:30 AM. I lay there contemplating how this dream could be made into a low-budget film festival movie.
I ran the scenes in my mind and imagined how it could all come together in an avante garde manner to expose a range of social behaviors we commonly think of as normal, but are in-fact due the socialization of the system that was absent in the dream. I thought that if only I won the lottery, perhaps I could actually make such a film, I glanced again at the clock. It was still 6:30 AM.
Was the clock broken? I thought to myself. I decided to watch it until the led turned from zero to one. It seemed to take forever. The "watched pot" effect, I told myself. Finally I had to blink, and in that moment the clock changed to 6:31. And so began my day. Perhaps there is more truth to the idea that the universe really is constructed in such a way that it only exists when we look at it.
Then I got-up, put on my overcoat, furry Russian hat, and went outside to confront the reality of the freshly fallen snow on my sidewalk. Do our dreams get weirder as we get older? The other day I had one about being a construction worker on a crew that was building a massive hydroelectric project in Latin America. Why I would dream that I have no clue.
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Protests against Latin America’s pursuit of hydropower are increasing as the environmental costs mount up. Is the end of the region’s mega dams in sight?
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I had a dream in which I was part of a group of children who all grew-up together over the course of a sunny summer's day in a grassy field near the sea. I woke-up from this extraordinary experience and looked at the clock. It was 6:30 AM. I lay there contemplating how this dream could be made into a low-budget film festival movie.
I ran the scenes in my mind and imagined how it could all come together in an avante garde manner to expose a range of social behaviors we commonly think of as normal, but are in-fact due the socialization of the system that was absent in the dream. I thought that if only I won the lottery, perhaps I could actually make such a film, I glanced again at the clock. It was still 6:30 AM.
Was the clock broken? I thought to myself. I decided to watch it until the led turned from zero to one. It seemed to take forever. The "watched pot" effect, I told myself. Finally I had to blink, and in that moment the clock changed to 6:31. And so began my day. Perhaps there is more truth to the idea that the universe really is constructed in such a way that it only exists when we look at it.
Then I got-up, put on my overcoat, furry Russian hat, and went outside to confront the reality of the freshly fallen snow on my sidewalk. Do our dreams get weirder as we get older? The other day I had one about being a construction worker on a crew that was building a massive hydroelectric project in Latin America. Why I would dream that I have no clue.
Mind-Bending Study Shifts Our Understanding of Dreams - The Debrief
An international study discovered a new communication method when someone is sleeping; "interactive dreaming."
thedebrief.org
Protests against Latin America’s pursuit of hydropower are increasing as the environmental costs mount up. Is the end of the region’s mega dams in sight?
Why is Latin America so obsessed with mega dams? | John Vidal
Protests against Latin America’s pursuit of hydropower increase as the environmental costs mount up. Is the end of the region’s mega dams in sight?
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