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The dream academy

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a parapsychologist. I thought that this meant a person who examines supernatural claims and tries to find psychological or other scientific explanations for them. When I saw Ghostbusters at the age of 11, I realized I might be mistaken, and that if Dr. Peter Venkman was a parapsychologist, maybe I ought to rethink my career plans.

I continued to be enamored of the idea of scientifically testing or studying seemingly magical phenomena. In high school, this wound up intersecting perfectly with my fascination with dreams, when I picked up a copy of Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming, by Stephen LaBerge, Ph.D. My experience with this book and LaBerge’s Lucidity Institute would become an early lesson in skeptical investigation.

A lucid dream is when you’re aware that you’re asleep while you’re in the dream. Not everyone has them, but they’re not that unusual. Carlos Castaneda wrote about them, and they feature in the movie Dreamscape (one of my favorites). My first lucid dream was “wake-initiated”: I was awake in a mauve-colored hotel room, and then suddenly finding myself in a lush green meadow made it obvious I was in a dream.

I found the experience amazing. My mind had broken the fourth wall of its nightly theatre and I was now a totally conscious participant inside an unconscious experience. How the hell was this possible? I was far less interested in the supposed mystical or healing properties of these dreams than the fact that the brain could allow such a thing to take place. So what attracted me to LaBerge’s book was that it offered step-by-step and sensible — not New Agey –  instructions on how to train yourself to have lucid dreams.

First, you learn to remember your dreams more clearly and more frequently. This means any time you wake up from a dream you must immediately write down as much as you can remember. Now, I’ve been an insomniac longer than I’ve been a skeptic, so frankly I hated this idea, since falling back to sleep was always so difficult. Also, the mechanism by which keeping this journal would increase dream recall wasn’t well explained, so I had no special expectation of a positive outcome. (A good skeptical position.)

But I did indeed find that forcing myself to keep the dream journal increased my dream recall, to a pretty remarkable extent in fact. So I embarked on the next steps, which involved training myself to do frequent “dream checks,” with the idea that the habit would continue into dreaming, where my dream check would fail and I would become lucid.

In the end, I didn’t have much success. I didn’t stick with the dream journal too well and, despite the notices my roommate and I plastered to our walls reminding us to check “ARE YOU DREAMING,” I was never able to induce a lucid dream. But I joined the Lucidity Institute so I could read their newsletter about lucky people who had become proficient at this technique, and the different studies that were done with these “oneironauts,” as LaBerge termed them. The study subject’s eye movements were recorded, and at the moment of entering a lucid dream he would perform a certain eye movement to signal this to the researcher, and then begin whatever experiment he was supposed to do in the dream.

Next: A rip-off by any other name…

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Weekend sendoff: Plans and schemes

A quick tip of the hat to Akismet, the free comment spam catcher. I got spam-bombed again today — only 44 comments, compared to my previous achievement of 73 — and having played enough whack-a-spam as a Halforums admin, I love how easily Akismet catches those comments for you and lets you nuke them all from orbit with one click of a button. They appear to be coming from the United Arab Emirates. Always with the persecution.

I’ve gotten up on my high horse a few times over the past couple of weeks, here and on Twitter, about dreams and motivation and buying the right to bitch if you’re also doing something to improve things for yourself. So I figure it’s only fair for me to “put my money on my chin,” as a devilishly handsome fellow once put it, and mention a few of the things I’m working on.

  • I will be training for the at-home version of the American Crossword Puzzle Tournament, founded and directed by Will Shortz and featured in the movie Wordplay. This means going back to doing at least one puzzle a day (as often as I can), and especially working on my speed game, at least on the Monday-Wednesday puzzles. You send in your puzzles with your times — on the honor system, of course, but what’s the point of cheating? — and the judges send you back your scores compared with the actual attendees. I’m thinking about fulfilling a life dream of attending the 2011 tournament in person, with my mother naturally, which would mean a year of more training.
  • I’ve sent an email to my grad school advisor with a proposal for developing an academic writing project. I hope this will be my master’s thesis, but I don’t know if that’s feasible anymore. It may be a paper for a journal, or possibly an article of some kind.
  • I’ve decided to do NaNoWriMo this year. This is where you write an entire novel of 50,000 words in the month of November. I have no idea why I’m fixated on this. I’ve never written a novel or even aspired to; I prefer screenwriting. But I have an idea I’ve been kicking around for years, and I think I may be able to milk 50K words out of it.

I’m not too deeply invested in any of these projects. That is to say, if I don’t finish my novel, or I don’t do too well in the tournament, or the academic project doesn’t work out, I’m okay with that. (I say now.) I’m excited to have some interesting things to shoot for, especially ones that can be accomplished on my laptop and at whatever time of day works for me. And if these don’t pan out at all…well, there’s always the next thing.

I send you off with “Sorry I’m Late,” a charming animated short by Tomas Mankovsky.

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Dream operator

by Linnzy

by Linnzy

When I finally had to quit my job, almost one year ago, I saw my plans and dreams collapse. This wasn’t just a 9-to-5 to pay the bills; this was a vocation. I loved teaching and especially in a situation that had been tailor-made for me. I envisioned writing my master’s thesis and looking into getting it published, and eventually receiving a doctorate in deaf education or applied linguistics, and becoming a tenured university professor.

Back when I was healthy, focusing on these dreams was a positive and useful activity. I was always brainstorming ways to teach better, write better, carve out my niche in academia. However, since becoming nerfed, focusing on these same dreams brings feelings of grief and loss, rather than excitement and the urge to plan. I begin obsessing over what could have been, which is a fairly sizable waste of time.

But it’s a mistake to give up on dreaming about our futures in a positive way. No, I’m not making any plans that are contingent on a miracle cure or my CFS going into remission. I’m changing my focus to dreams for my future that are meaningful, realistic, and achievable. And it’s a struggle, for sure. How much easier it would be to simply curl up in bed and forget about the extra effort – and associated pain and illness – it will take to craft a life for myself out of the scraps I have left.

However, that just isn’t who I am. I’m not capable of giving up on my life yet, and I’m lucky to be functional enough to make that stand. My newly nerfed life still needs to be fulfilling. (This blog is a small part of that.) So I was interested to receive a review copy of Jonathan Mead’s e-book, Reclaim Your Dreams. I was curious whether a motivational text might apply to the nerfed, as well as to the able-bodied in a rut.

Thoughts on the book, and the future

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