Sometimes I Climb the Walls and Lie on the Ceiling
. "The White Stag has a message for you. Hunters of old pursued the miraculous stag, not because they expected to kill it, but because it led them in the joy of the chase to new and fresh adventures, and so to capture happiness. You may look on the White Stag as the true spirit... Continue Reading →
“Follow the wandering, the distraction, find out why the mind has wandered; pursue it, go into it fully. When the distraction is completely understood, then that particular distraction is gone. When another comes, pursue it also. ” ― Jiddu Krishnamurti . . Follow the leader... . . Follow the crowd... . . Follow your nose...... Continue Reading →
Ever wake up from a dream and feel that the dream was more real than real life. I do. All the time. In fact, there was a period in my life when I was convinced (or I hoped) that my dreams were my real life and my waking life was my dream life, or more... Continue Reading →
Eye Pencil Drawing by AtomiccircuS This morning I woke up with a shock. I had just stabbed myself in the eye with a pencil in an attempt to solve a problem. The problem was a pain in my left eye. A sharp feeling of having a shard of glass inside the eyeball. And the... Continue Reading →
Sweet dreams are made of this... The False Mirror by Rene Magritte I adored Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics when I first heard it back in the day… what day was that? It’s one of those songs that has become part of the soundtrack of my teenage years. Those years also known as being traumatised by... Continue Reading →
The Three Legs of Man, Ronaldsway Airport by Kevin Rothwell via geograph.org.uk The title of this post is a loose translation of the motto of the Isle of Man - Quocunque Jeceris Stabit - which goes with the symbol, the triskelion, of the three legs on the Manx coat of arms. I was actually searching... Continue Reading →
I have watched Breaking Bad, but I did not make it a habit. I loved the first season, however there was one character who stressed me out too much and made the rest of the series impossible for me to view. My partner watched the whole series, most of it in back to back episodes.... Continue Reading →
The flux capacitor powering my internet is capacitating flux. Therefore sometimes I can get online easily and sometimes the pizza wheel of death informs me that I can't and have to do something else. I'm a grumbler by hobby, but this is one thing I don't grumble about… that much. There are some things which... Continue Reading →
The title of this piece comes from a dream I had last night. The dream itself wasn't X-rated, but I'm sure if Freud was around to interpret it that he would find all sorts of sexual meaning within it. It all started with an inane little dream. I was in my house trying to solve... Continue Reading →
Last night I dreamed that I had something stuck in my throat. I coughed and hacked away until I eventually spat the blockage out. It was a sushi roll wrapped around a little red scorpion. I picked the roll up, trying to be careful not to get stung, to examine it closely, then I realised... Continue Reading →
Last night I dreamed that I was digging in the garden and unearthed a sleeping hedgehog. The hedgehog morphed into a badger, who gave me a wizard’s hat. I refused to take the hat as it was not mine. He insisted that it belonged to me. I accepted it. End of dream (Not really, the... Continue Reading →
TicToc by MoonVooDoo I make myself laugh, especially when I catch myself doing something silly. I was trying to write a post about dyslexia the other day, about some of the benefits and gifts which it confers rather than the brain glitches, and the post just kept getting longer and longer because I kept adding... Continue Reading →
It's difficult to concentrate on writing a post when every time you sit down to do so a fly starts buzzing around you, playing satellite of a human head, occasional stopping to rest on your exposed skin, on your keyboard or computer screen, so you swat at it, but it laughs at you and escapes.... Continue Reading →
Why is Kate Moss always naked. That was the question I asked myself in my dream last night. I sometimes have conversations with myself in my dreams. Usually it starts with a part of my sleeping consciousness waking up inside a dream and observing what is going on, then wondering why what is going on... Continue Reading →
. . Last night I went to a party. It was at an old mansion in the countryside which was owned by a polymath of the mysteries of life, death, and everything else. He had turned part of his house into a restaurant called MoonVooDoo. It was not a typical restaurant, it was not a... Continue Reading →
