how to hear a sentence

One-handed search, three sleepers humming, the buzzing underneath the surface of motivation: it has something to do with melody.

So let’s say that we could review the history of the dream. Let’s say that we could plot every little origin.

After spending several weeks in bed conducting dream origin research, I became very quiet. Not put down, or sad, but less sure of how to bring any dream into focus in the first place. Less sure, on an even more problematic level, of how I might mount urban, aesthetic, saccadic, and rhetorical dream-views at once, or even one at a time; it’s not that the topics I dreamt across were complex in the classical sense, not overly at least, not at all. In fact, they represented, as a whole (what I could find), the simplicity of the mind. The stance we have in relation to knowing, seeing. The relationship itself. And this was not the real problem. The existence of dreams that have happened, or are happening through documentation, the actual power they have to permeate conviction and dictate action and assertions: the individual dreaming perpetuates such a phenomena; I came across them in my own bed. I met them on the Mattress and they were not a problem; not my problem anyway. Therefore, I tried to find something else going on, behind the humans that were doing these things with the outside and the dreams.

The things I came across might have statistical significance; it seems I was taught to consider this. I didn’t want to do the usual, but I needed to start with something other than some notion of something else. So I began to look at the statistics of the dreamscapes, and the statistics of those dreamscapes’ connections to one another. A job for a machine you might assume! The reliable detection of sensors and wires. You are probably correct. I lost my mind in this pursuit. I’m not sure I will wholly recover.

Companies, politicians, and creators dream in different categories, let’s assume. They have sets of imagined categories; ways that the world is divvied up so that they can look for relationships from a certain vantage point. A vantage point that makes sense to their next strategic dream. I wanted to avoid this pitfall, but knew that it would be impossible, so I began to embrace each way in which the categories could be shaken loose for dreaming. Individuality (my own persuasion), after all, was not a particularly convincing vantage point, which was what I had begun with in the first place. You can’t compare from inside the milieu, perhaps.

Therefore, I got into the thinking. I got into the modeling. I’m not sure how this works with dreaming exactly; how it separates what is actually going on in the mind from what is produced, what is set in front, to see. It might be a little unfair. We make things apparent and this is the only valid separation of thinking and seeing. What I mean is that we hold conflicting reposititories of reality. Values are good at handling this. Values are these conflicts, and the Mattress represents their survival. Come and gone and coming, the meeting point of a dreamt audience might really happen one day and you will never know it. The audience that perceives your dreams is ghostly.

The real path of dream plot, or the dream informatica, might make sense in an academic sense, or in the defining of dreamers’ manifestos. But given that one mission here is to merge the grandness of the expanse – the whole – and the smallness of experience – of finding – I will attempt a dream informatica as a terrible set of relations. A working body is a set of parts, but more than that, I think, it is a set of perpetuating dependences, of potential interactions. In the world of dreaming, we have fear, currency, taxation, education, propaganda, exile, censorship, pride, alliances, we could go on, the point is to go on. The repetition of images, the restructuring of uncertainty, in familiar (or familiar enough) chemical reactions. The evolution of these contracts in dreams mirrors their evolution as our social masks; I sometimes wish to brand a newkind of listening post. We come to terminologies of reusability and this is a consensus. Dream-fears: the same. The reason we are forced (willing) to pay to get our collective dignity back. Let us have the nights, figures, names, the affected, the apathetic, the instigators, let us have them. Let us be these things in dreaming. There is both a network and a hierarchy to hunger, to violence. I grew up a daughter, I know the picture is continually shattered. Many times a night. A day in bed, have you had it? Sometimes there is cooperation between heavy knowledge-things and we are allowed to rest. The aggregate of dreaming has helped me to see where all this is going, The Special Effects, they actually come up, they actually come out, added in layers, the movie somebody made. Let me just say that a lack of imagination and romance is valid, but it is a great loss to most of us.

Therefore the bedtime is a model, how can I model a model. A purged memory is not a good starting point for research; a refreshed landscape is piss-poor for tracking down a crook – better to keep sleeping. There are no neat memories here; the categories must be gleaned from snapshots so you see why you cannot. I wanted this to have a duration but I think I may give up on that, and tell origins to do the same. There may be a dance, or many dances starting up, which are worth focusing on, as long as we can. And what are these sleepers humming, I think the sleepers are talking to one another and sometimes I feel left out when I focus, like the dream is speaking to the world without me. But the body, if spoken, might yet get another chance to fret and tumble as its own platform, and we will record it, and store it, and dream to start again.