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Dream Number One


Okay, so a couple of days ago I had this dream I was smuggling cocaine, but that’s mostly beside the point. The interesting part was where I was posting this really smarmy article on wikipedia about gnosticism – just saying a bunch of stereotypical things and generally making fun of the culture and being a real smartass.

The next day, came back to the computer and Dan from Taognostic had flagged my dream post and said “Unfortunately, Garrett’s factual account of Gnosticism is way off base”.

So of course I was pretty crushed, but I knew deep down that Dan’s comments were true and that he didn’t mean it in a pissed of way, just that he was disappointed in my attitude. I realized that I probably shouldn’t have tried to write something so irreverent and was bummed that I hadn’t had a chance to erase it.

[Sidenote: I've thought about it some, and I think my subconscious may have chose Dan as the actor in this dream because one time I posted a comment about veganism on his site and then felt bad about it afterward.]

That is, I thought that until I got Dan’s response to the dream:

I added Taognostic to the Gnosticism wikipedia page yesterday or the
day before, which is a little coincidental, and I also felt a
little… unworthy of putting my site the page. Looks like I sent a
ripple through the Gnostic logosphere, which ended up sticking its
nose in your dream!

Isn’t that fucking peculiar? What are the chances?
By the way, you should check out Dan’s Brazil log; he’s got some great photo’s of his travels there.

Ghosts???

Alright, I know just a couple of weeks I said I saw a ufo, but now I think I might have seen a ghost (or something) ! I was in the kitchen drowning one of my salad’s with nutritional yeast, and as I turned up to my left I had this quick flash of someone looking right at me, only a few feet off. It was so quick and scary – I screamed up to my roommate twice and then ran upstairs!

I’ve never had an experience like that before, though the past year or so I’ve become more engrossed in paranormal stories and such (thinking of them in terms of religious experience) – so I am wondering how much of that talk is manifesting itself in my reality. People in my house have started talking about seeing things, or dreaming of people that live in the house and I wonder how that is influencing me. One of my old roommates Brett even had this reoccurring dream about a little girl who would come and scratch his arms violently!

The weirdest thing for me was that I had a vague sense that the person looking at me, WAS me. My first instinct was fright, but my first real sense was that it was someone familiar. I didn’t tell anyone else in the house that, (and I am just realizing that it may be because that doesn’t exactly fit the mythology that is developing around the phenomena there). I should probably let everyone in on the fact that that’s what my inuition felt. But it doesn’t make any sense, how the hell could it have been ME I was seeing?

Dream Number II

Okay, you think that dream sounded cosmic and outrageous? Check this dream out from two nights ago.

Background info: so occasionally (in real life) I set up shows at my house for out of town acts. And apparently in the dream I had forgotten that I had set up a gig for, yeah that’s right, Little Richard! I checked my email and was shocked to find out that I had done absolutely no publicity, so I gathered up the information and went walking around town to spread the word. But when I got to talking to people, I realized that I was actually a little embarrassed to go around and hand out fliers trying to convince people to come see Mr. Tutti Frutti sing and dance at my house.

I knew, on the other hand, that I couldn’t let the guy down. Then while I was walking around trying to make fliers, I started freaking out that maybe the show was for Lionel Richie, and not Little Richard, and that I had confused the two! Then I felt REALLY bad.

WTF??

Once I had this dream that the demi-god of free boxes visited me (when I say “free” boxes, I mean the ones people leave out on the street corner.) This divine entity bore a striking resemblance to Samuel L. Jackson.

I’m trying to work out the reasoning behind why we founders do what we do. Are we sick voyeurs? Or is this is a spiritual endeavour?

While I continue to try and figure this out, here is a new collection of my favorite links all about found things, and/or private things made public.

My own personal found items:

1.A Pastor Is Fired: From what I can tell, this is a recorded meeting of a congregation of Baptists airing their grievances against their local pastor, and eventually taking “disciplinary” action and firing him. It has tons of drama and gossip and intense emotions – and I presume it was never meant to be heard in public.
2.Life Is Tough, God is Tougher: A whole slew of photos (of a youth pastor) I found in a knocked over garbage can. Not only did he toss out these jumbo size portraits, but I also got his thrown out answering machine with a message that leaves the whole affair an utter mystery.
3.Diary! - Excerpts from a diary I found.
4. Dead Cat A flier about a dead cat.
5. The Hour Like The Rock obviously written by someone who’s taken one too many gravity bong hits.
6. God’s Promise – A little collage found in Berkeley.
7. Citibank This crazy guy thinks that Citibank is out to get him, and started posting these up around the Humboldt State campus.
8. Twilight Lounge
9. What God wants …
10.Planted note
11. Tom Hanks and Tighty Whities
12. Christmas 1999
13. Bob Hopes Entire Life
14. Depressing Finds

On the web:
1. Over Heard in New York – Eavesdropped conversations from the Big Apple.
2. 10 Eastern - My favorite part of this site are the photographs they lift off people’s shared directory’s using soulseek or some other filesharing client. There are also drawing boards for people to post anonymous pictures of their secrets.
3. Group Hug - anonymous online confessions.
4. Post Secret - people mail in their secrets on postcards.
5. Secret Web Cams - A google hack that allows anyone to view unsecured security cameras!
6. Is this you? - Perhaps reunite yourself with one of your long lost photobooth pictures.
7. Junior Bonner has a good list of sites about vernacular photography.
8.Found Magazine – Original canon.
9.Swapatorium A Journey Through Junkland – Flea Markets, Thrift Stores, Antique Shops, Garage & Estate Sales, Found Photographs, Collecting, Odd Finds, Swaps

I just got an 20 inch Imac so I can finally edit my movie, “The Dinosaurs”, using Final Cut Pro. Here’s something I put together called “Transcendence Isn’t Fun”

Here’s one that JK found on Arcanumcafe, where I used to post quite a bit. This one is from about eight months ago, and I had written it merely as a comment. This seems like such a foreign time in my life – reading a lot of John Keel, getting evicted, brooding over a girl, etc.

parting makes the heart grow fonder
or fainter,

and in verbatim mad lib prophecy
you find
that time embarked on the path
of right now,

only,
before.

fingers out of navels, aside
i’m in a vegan straightedege house
untied to a woman, soaking in my
own self-pity scrotum
scratch

this part of town
much too industrial for close encounters
of the third
base kind.

the interstate 5 runs just a stones
throw form here, nibbling my ear,
wiring the power lines and talking
dirty so that i no longer worry
that some ultraterrestrial power
will come knocking my door,
wooing below my belt
(the dionysion whore).

I am urban and loving it
but wonder will the grinning man
with long fingers
chime in through the cell
phone
his heavenly harms way
beep beep beep

or,
what will i hear this year
eating easters
swinging jelly bean treats

since time invents
the things we need
and have been.

that is
has beens and
final pioneer goners,
spelling out our coda’s
written in cursive
with a bag of pure
cane sugar

“am i my brother’s keeper?”

said cain,
so listen
to my story of eviction,

i broke
back into my house through a

sliding
glass
door

i spent two weeks sleeping
on

someone
else’s
floor

the new tenants found me,
squatting in
the basement,
surrounded in bottles
of my own nostalgic piss –

and oh, what perfect bliss-

glory
to our heavenly father
the partridge in the pear tree
for i heard
that i made the landlords
cry:

and
who owns the plot
of land
in the place
that i
die?

So after New Years I woke up and hung-overly checked myspace …The only thing I had in my inbox was a reply to this poem I had apparently written the night before. It was one of those “oh shit”moments where you sorta remember doing it but only when someone, namely “gina”, reminds you the next morning:

“gina,
if you be a new years wish unfulfilled
i am topless and turbaned,
half bourboned and liquored up,
dazed, confused

confucious and i ching, my sorrow lays in
runes and bones and oracles
strewn

read the patterns in our pitter patter conversations
our come and go interactions
our less than friendly,
our more than merry
our romantic interludes

and I conclude,
that each of us
can fall in love in an instant
and know that we are wrong for an eternity

for i see in your eyes my midwife
i know in my heart you are truly being lovely everything
but turn away
in rational academic sorcery,
institutional circadian cursive
mimicry

and say, you
you gina,

are just a myspace friend

not a means to an end
not a soul searching lover past regression cleopatra
martyr mayhem seeking interior design intelligent
lover lost raft ridden, mark twain bidden
prize possesion

but the romance of me,
no
it says another thing.

it speaks another truth that lies far beyond
each and every thought that
thinks

it’s purpose
lies in argument.
and with that,
i augment my reality,

and wish to reel you in.”