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Renfield

Quote from: Bahamut on April 02, 2009, 07:00:49 PM
I like the comparison you give with computers- it really is similar.

It is, if you discount the fact that cognitive processes aren't covered by an analogy with software - and the brain with hardware - just yet.

(That is, with our current notions of software and hardware. It's close, yet so far away... Hence my Prof. coming to hunt me down! ;))

Edit: Though in the (isolated) context of the present example, the analogy does stand reasonably well. :D

Brian

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I just had a dream which took place today (as in Sunday), in which I was trying to do all my homework but realized I had to drive back home in the afternoon, and then my dad was there for some reason, going around with one of the cuter female members of my dorm (along with one of the ... less-cute ones) trying to find an apartment to live in next school year.  ??? He explained to me that they were trying to decide whether to live on-campus or move off. As if this did not baffle me enough, I then went to eat dinner and the following conversation occurred at the cash register.

ME: I'd like a white chocolate cream cake.
SERVER PERSON: (grabs a piece of paper and starts writing) Cream ... omelette ...
ME: No, not an omelette! A white chocolate cream cake.
SERVER PERSON: A white chocolate omelette?
ME: No!
SERVER PERSON: Then what?
ME: It's a chocolate cake.
SERVER PERSON: Okay.
ME: Except with white chocolate. And cream.
SERVER PERSON: (metaphorical light bulb moment) Oh!
ME: Yes!
SERVER PERSON: Would you like a packet of mustard?
ME: Why thank you!

That's when I woke up.  ;D

EDIT: Post #4,000!

Kullervo

Recent dream that I remembered to write down:

Nazi concentration camp. I am waiting with others in officer's uniforms for an inspection of the camp. Hitler shows up with a retinue of sharply dressed men. We line up shoulder-to-shoulder to receive his greeting. He shakes my hand, leaning in close so that I can see his face. On reflection I recall that he resembled not the actual Hitler, but a slightly chunky Mexican version of myself -- though he had the trademark moustache. He complains about the good conditions in the camp, that we are too lenient with the prisoners. He pointed and screamed (in English) at a poster (also in English) advertising healthy meals "for only 9.99" in a shrill, high-pitched and sarcastic voice. Later in the dream I recall images of American soldiers piling onto a barb-wire fence, all firing old-fashioned wooden bolt action rifles that spout a regular stream of small, yet violent, explosions of flames.

greg


Dr. Dread

A composer sent us a Naxos CD of his work in order to win a portable CD player. At one point the CD turned into a slice of bread but then it turned back. I had the impression the composer felt ashamed he was submitting his work for this purpose. Someone near me said to disregard the recording but I showed them the BBC logo on it (?) in order to prove its validity.

Kullervo


vandermolen

At the time of random imposition of extra workloads at the school where I teach - I had a dream in which I received a new timetable, in which the lunch hour was extended by an hour every day - so by Friday there was a five hour lunch hour. But we were all still required to teach all our afternoon lessons , so that by the end of the week I was teaching until 10.00pm. On further examination of my timetable I noticed that, at the end of every teaching day, there was 'Compulsory ballroom dancing' (my idea of hell) for all members of staff.
"Courage is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm" (Churchill).

'The test of a work of art is, in the end, our affection for it, not our ability to explain why it is good' (Stanley Kubrick).

Anne

I am going to a sleep center to see if I have sleep apnea or other undesirable sleep patterns.  I had always wondered why I didn't remember dreams.  It turned out last week that I didn't have any dreams.  Sleep apnea is a different story.  The people at the center said 0 - 5 was a normal number of apnea incidents in an hour.  I had 44 sleep apnea incidents in one hour.  Unfortunately I can't remember those either.   ;D

greg

Quote from: Anne on April 15, 2009, 08:01:58 PM
I am going to a sleep center to see if I have sleep apnea or other undesirable sleep patterns.  I had always wondered why I didn't remember dreams.  It turned out last week that I didn't have any dreams.  Sleep apnea is a different story.  The people at the center said 0 - 5 was a normal number of apnea incidents in an hour.  I had 44 sleep apnea incidents in one hour.  Unfortunately I can't remember those either.   ;D
Wow! How does this affect you- do you feel tired when you wake up or need too many hours of sleep?

greg

My dream last night leaves me thinking "wtf"?.... but a little proud at how creative it was.

The first part I can't remember now anyways, but after a few minutes, I was in Thailand with some friend that I just made up- don't know who he is. I was helping him at his job. His job is hard to describe....

It's like this- two people stand on a street corner and have to interlock a right arm with a left arm (the most awkward part) while folding some white laundry- mainly, a pair of socks. It has to be not regularly folded, but twisted around in a very specific way. Then, you have to run across the street and hand the socks to someone specific and then run back- that's the job. I'm trying to figure out the logic behind this, but I give up.

During an attempt to do it alone, an old lady told me, "I bet you can't do it." Sure enough, I already forgot how to twist the socks and had to be showed again. I guess it's possible to do the job without a partner.

I ask him how much he does this. He said his days are like this- work in the morning, spend money at the arcade in the afternoon, work a little more at night.  I thought it sounded good.

greg

This is like a dream I had a year or two ago...

I go to my old neighborhood (yet again in my dreams)- the one I haven't lived in since I was 11 or 12 (thought it's only about 40 minutes away), and want to see what it looks like. I go down my old street, and the houses are completely redone- there's pretty much a cliff of a 20 foot drop by the sidewalk where the houses' base starts, and the houses are extremely tall- 3 or 4 story mansions. I drive to other streets, and the houses don't even look like houses- it's hard to remember exactly, but some look like gigantic skull shapes, or the Mortal Kombat dragon logo, or like Squidward's house.

Brian

I had a dream that the forum member ' was named a new moderator, and then I dreamed that I was going to a baseball game and then it turned out that ' was there and she was a petite 22 year old girl who kept hitting on me and followed me to my seat. Can't say I ever objected, in fact I rather enjoyed it, but I did not reciprocate. Then I woke up.

My apologies for this, ' .

Dr. Dread


greg

Quote from: Brian on June 15, 2009, 10:20:27 AM
I had a dream that the forum member ' was named a new moderator, and then I dreamed that I was going to a baseball game and then it turned out that ' was there and she was a petite 22 year old girl who kept hitting on me and followed me to my seat. Can't say I ever objected, in fact I rather enjoyed it, but I did not reciprocate. Then I woke up.

My apologies for this, ' .
:o
awesome...!

mikkeljs

Last week I had my 2nd year exam, and I played Chopin 2nd ballade and a Liszt-etude. 2 days before the exam I had this dream:

I walked deep into the wood, and I meet a black person who was shaking of fear and panic. He told me, that there was an accident, where he killed Chopin and Liszt, and now he would try to hide the corpses. I could see that it was an accident, and I decided to help the man hiding them. The first thing I said to him was, that if he wanted to hide them, first of all he should take down the 2 meter high grave stone, he had just builded!  ;D
Later in the dream we were sitting in the middle of huge football stadion hoping that we could talk details about the corpses, and what to do with them. Every time I wanted to tell something secret, I looked around to check that no one was spying us, but there was plenty of people walking around us all the time, some of them looked very wierd. Then I also told the black person, that by the way I was going to play works by Chopin and Liszt in 2 days, and that he was very wellcome to come and listen.

greg

Quotethat by the way I was going to play works by Chopin and Liszt in 2 days, and that he was very wellcome to come and listen.
well, that just solves everything, doesn't it?  ;D

mikkeljs

Quote from: Bahamut on June 18, 2009, 01:27:40 PM
well, that just solves everything, doesn't it?  ;D

I´m usually quite good analyzing my dreams, but this one was almost too easy.  ;D In fact I was starting to get really unsatisfied with my level just the day before my exam, and I called my teacher in frustration and said that I had lost all motivation to practice because I couldn´t accept my performance. But it went fine. I actually recorded it on my disc man, if you are interested to listen. 8)


greg

Two extremely bad dreams just now.
The first: some guy in Switzerland goes crazy and kills 20 people. It's all over the news. The footage is strange, though... it's at a place that looks like the outside of a casino, and it looks like he just casually pulls out a chainsaw, people get scared, and instead of running, they freeze with fear and form a circle around him. Then he does stuff like try to talk to one of them smoothly, and then quickly takes out the chainsaw and either puts it in their stomach or cuts off their head.
In a variation of that dream, I was in a garage with a bunch of people and we had to run away from him.

The second: I'm with some people in this place that seems to be a school. I look straight ahead and see this area where no one is, which looks like a fun land, and there is carnival music coming out. I'm completely amazed and can't stop looking, and decide to walk through there despite people telling me not to go in. There turns out to be nothing there- it's dark and under construction. I turn around and notice my dog (who can talk) is right by me. "Hey there! Okay, let's turn back.... wait, which way to go, I forgot." So, I told him to go a certain way that used a ladder down the side of a wall, and then just drop down into the darkness. He did, and it turned out that it was a 60 foot drop. I hear a crash, a whimper, and no response. I assume he died.

greg

I had a dream.... that I lived in a house which was the size of a mansion, and looked like a CD store with large screen TVs (and people looking at CDs, although that is probably not the intended effect).

I wonder if this was the result of thoughts about the way I would store music, and how when I live by myself, I only care for a small apartment. I would have my whole music library on one of those little 1 TB hard drives, and an apartment which is decorated minimally.

In this dream, however, it was the complete opposite, and I felt a sense of wonder and awe at this place, and the aisles and aisles of CDs. When I think about this while I'm awake, I'm only mildly amused and know I don't need any of that. 

A classic case of Freudian repression, maybe?... ;D

Harpo

I usually don't tell my dreams because as I'm relating them, I realize that they have embarrassing hidden meanings. When I was in grad school I became slightly interested in an older Israeli musicology student who played the French horn. One night I dreamed that he was playing the trombone instead. I made the mistake of telling him about my dream. Needless to say he thought it had phallic symbolism and started chasing me around the dorm shouting "Suzanne, you will love it!" 

My most frequent dream is being late for something, e.g. my volunteer work with the disabled, or playing piano at church. Pretty tame. Those dreams actually function as alarm clocks.
If music be the food of love, hold the mayo.