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One of the staples of Frankensteam’s Lab is the theme of the anomaly.

Anomalous objects in the sky–the ground has truth but–fly [me] away to worlds unknown–let [me] see their truth from the vantage point of [my] youth.

So without further ado–I give you Travis and “Side.”

[the band is]named…after the Harry Dean Stanton character Travis Henderson from the film Paris, Texas.

Travis isn’t paranoid are they–but the director of their video “Side” obviously is? In the video, which is  reminiscent of The X-Files, ends with the band abducted by aliens out in the desert.  The lyrics written by Fran Healy, to the Travis song Side in part go:

Well I believe there’s someone watching over you. They’re watching every single thing you say–they’ll set you down and take you through. You’ll realize one day that the grass is always greener on the other side. We all live under the same sky… There is no wrong, there is no right. The circle only has one side…

see also:  Travis, Side, Francis Healy

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Last updated:  June 19th, 2010

One.

The teacher posed the question in the form of a mathematical equation…I struggled to understand…took notes in a little notebook he handed me…after some thought I reasoned an approximation was the closest I could get to ciphering his riddle…with somewhat less than complete confidence in my conclusion, I wrote…and the answer was: 4.2…but to ad to my frustration, the notebook in which I had done my problem solving, was nowhere to be found. Thinking 5 to be excessive, I stood by my answer. 4.2 it is.

In the above mentioned dream; the place or setting (from now on refer to as the “dream landscape”), is subservient to the basic narrative. What happens when the dream landscape is central to the narrative? J ust what exactly is a dream landscape? This ‘ll do nicely.

Joseph told his brothers two dreams which clearly portended his future elevation over them all, but which, for the present, simply caused them to hate him all the more (Genesis 37:1-11). In this frame of mind, they seized upon the first opportunity to get rid of the one of whom they spoke [of] as “the dreamer”.

Two.

We found ourselves…outside of our native lands–in Modern day Russia…hungry, tired and alone…cold and bleak, was the terrain…after stealing state secrets, the KGB was hot on our trail… some of the local folks could be depended upon for help…you struggled to learn a handful of phrases in an attempt to “blend in.” The journey, was fraught with danger…two tough young turks, attempted to waylay us…I produced a long stiletto knife,  stabbed and killed one…the other…ran off…the days were long and the nights were cold…stolen cars, trains and buses were our homes.

We are such stuff  as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep–or so says Prospero, in Shakespeare’s The Tempest.

There is in sleep something mysterious which seems, from the earliest times, to have impressed man and aroused his curiosity… But the mystery of sleeping is enhanced by the phenomenon of dream[s] which accompanies it.

Three.

The pantry being bare–necessitated a trip to the store…in addition to groceries there was  a small deli…outside, in the grounds existed a greenhouse and shed full of old tools…surrounded by what appeared to be loaves of bread piled up around it…literally growing up around it…the gardener was at hand and I ask what this strange thing was growing all around his shed. I was told it was a fungus not unlike the biblical “manna” the Israelites  fed upon in the wilderness…the gardener offered me some of this to eat…It was quite tasty, having the texture and smell of fresh baked bread…immediately, I suggested this would make a good sandwich–being so much like the real thing…and inquired as to the price…an answer was not forthcoming…vague…frustrated, I went into the deli repeating my question…no such luck…became apparent they had no desire to sell me any of this wonderful food…some secrets, have no price.

The dream unfolds.

We walk, run, fly and float through strange landscapes. Characters appear and turn into different people. Objects are transformed. A rope becomes a snake. Uncle Harry turns into a Tibetan monk and it all makes sense in some screwy, dreamlike way.

You’re getting sleepy.

The dreaming brain employs all of the same systems and networks,… but with a few critical differences. Input from the outside world is screened out. Self-awareness ceases. The body is paralyzed. And everything that the dreaming brain sees, hears or feels is generated from within.

I get this one a lot. A little musical interlude is in order, I think. I give you Travis.

Exactly my bloody question–could it be  ’cause you live in Scotland?

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see also:  4.2_Google_trends, 4.2_Google_video, 4.2_Wolfram|Alpha, 42_WIKI, Psalm_42, Clues to the Irrational Nature of Dreams, How Lucid Dreaming Works, Visions & Dreams, Lucid-Dictionary, Such stuff as dreams are made on, sleep paralysis , dream landscape, Bora-Bora: Over and under, The National Dream Reporting Center

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