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Stop dreaming…

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , on November 3, 2014 by Mj Rains



A brain is a brain is a brain…

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 2, 2014 by Mj Rains

Brain Facts:

Your brain recognizes your touch…You cannot tickle yourself. (So tell me, has anyone tried? )

dreamDreaming requires more brain activity than any waking function…

You have an average of 70,ooo thoughts per day… (No wonder my thoughts drive me crazy. How do you delete this function? I think I could get by with only 10,000)

Your brain generates 10-23 watts of electricity.  (My brain could light up a closet, or the refrigerator. Good to know.)

Sherlock annoyedYou use your entire brain, not just 10% as is often rumored. (Don’t tell Sherlock this – he thinks he’s the only one using his whole brain.)

Your brain can’t feel pain.
Screwed up nerves + fucked up muscles in your head = a headache

Stress alters brain cells and function. (We are all screwed.)

Music increases brain organization. (I hear Mozart is the best, but will Nine Inch Nails do?)

The amygdala in your brain lets you read facial cues. (I can’t tell what your thinking by looking at you, my amygdala is on vacation…)

Your brain needs 20% of your blood and oxygen to function. (Needy little bugger, isn’t it?)

There are 100,000 miles, yes MILES!, of blood vessels in your brain.

Pamela Hanson1996A brain chemical called oxytocin makes you feel love. (When activated, boy do we feel great!)


Posted in Writers with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2012 by Mj Rains

On a lazy Saturday morning when you’re lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one. Are you awake, or are you dreaming? You see people and things; some are familiar; some are strange. You talk, you feel, but you move without walking; you fly without wings. Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes. Time stands still. For me, this is the feeling I have when ideas come. ~ Lynn Johnston


a very, very, mad world…

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 27, 2010 by Mj Rains

I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad.
The dreams in which I’m dying
are the best I ever had.
I find it hard to tell you
’cause I find it hard to take.
When people run in circles
it’s a very, very
mad world…
a mad world.

–Mad World, lyrics by Tears for Fears

So I had this dream the other night…

I was driving my car, the moon roof open (I couldn’t shut it, though I tried) to this town I had to go back to….a desolate place, where everything was dark, black, or shades of gray. The houses, the buildings were partially in ruins, yet still standing…waiting.  A profound sense of emptiness loomed, entered the space of my car, an emptiness of silence, loss, desolation, isolation, desperation.

I stopped the car in the middle of the street, no worries about blocking traffic, there was none. My cousin Chris with the darkest long black hair got out of the car too. She held out this piece of saffron silk and said, I’m going to check out the store, see if she can do anything with this.

Is that from the bridesmaid’s dresses? I asked. She nodded, said to meet her at her apartment and disappeared into the thick of things. I felt alone. I drove on to what was left of her apartment building. What had happened here? Why is everything so dark, so gray? I realized that the entire place had somehow been robbed of all its color, like a color photograph changed to black and white, a thing I can do with my computer. Had someone changed this town, this world to black and white?

Her apartment was intact, mostly, except for part of the roof, which let in the non-illuminating light from the dim sky. I checked her refrigerator. Everything was cold, but no light went on. I climbed up the spiral iron stairs that let to the loft space where a bed was. (Mind you, this is not my cousin’s place…totally new to me…I’m not sure how my mind even created it).  While I’m up there a large white dog comes into the apartment’s living room below. He looks up at me and starts climbing the stairs. What to do? A strange large dog coming  my way, so I wait. He looks like a shaggy German Shepherd, perhaps a husky mix. What is so incredible is how large he is; our faces are level with each other when he sits down and I’m five foot eight inches tall.  I let him sniff my hand, like I’d do with any strange dog and he seems to smile at me. I ruff his furry neck, my hands disappear in his thick hair.  I love this dog. He seems to illuminate, glow in front of me. I woke up after that.

What does is all mean?  So I look in my sister-in-law’s dream interpretation book and find some info. Driving a car in dreams represents one’s independence, self-confidence, responsible for life’s decisions. Driving alone may mean feelings of being alone. The stairs; taking steps toward something, going up in life (or down if going down stairs), an opening or widening of awareness to include areas of experience usually avoided.  The spiral stairs, going a round-about way.  The Dog–dogs are expressions of aspects of ourselves, aggression, sexuality, friendship. A dog is pegged as man’s best friend. A dog in dreams can mean devotion to someone or something. In mythology, a dog in this light may represent an inner sense of knowing how to find transformation through the death of some aspect of ourselves.

Yes….it all makes sense to me now….

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