Nov 19

Why Doesn’t the Human Brain Want Us to Know We’re Dreaming?

Dreams are mysterious. Science is not sure why we dream. There are only theories. But what intrigues me is: Why does our brain prevent us from knowing we’re dreaming?

Sure, there are theories that might well explain why we dream at all. And article in Psychology Today offers some plausible explanations. They tell us that dreams could be: “A component and form of memory processing, aiding in the consolidation of learning and short-term memory to long-term memory storage.” Or: “A means by which the mind works through difficult, complicated, unsettling thoughts, emotions, and experiences, to achieve psychological and emotional balance.”

But–why is it  necessary that we not know we are dreaming? Most people don’t know they’re having a dream. Yet the mind can operate at pretty high levels while dreaming. I can read and write in a dream. I can compose song lyrics in a dream. I can have pretty coherent conversations in them. (Sometimes I even try to rewrite the stories as the dream is going on–even though I don’t know it’s a dream. It’s feels as if I’m writing a script or a novel. But as I write scripts and novels in real life, that’s not too surprising. What’s surprising is, in this whole weird dream-story revision attempt, I STILL don’t know I’m dreaming!) You’d think that, operating at that level, the mind would be capable of noticing it is dreaming, especially as dreams are often quite surreal.

Surrealism–the actual art form–is associated with dreams, and surreal things do happen in mine. In a dream I had recently, a friend told me that his car wasn’t working. I asked what was wrong with it and he said, “Just look!” The car was 95 per cent buried in his front yard with lawn growing neatly over it. I said, “Yeah that would do it.” Now why didn’t I say: “Wow, that is not going to happen in life. I must be dreaming!” Never occurred to me I could be dreaming.  I never ever think I’m dreaming even if there are talking soap bubbles flying past, or tiny little people crawling out of my shoes. In the dream I sputter, “What the hell! Hey there’s these damn little people in my shoes, honey, look! Dammit!”

It seems to be integrally designed into dreaming that you not know that you’re dreaming. I can think of possible reasons; if you’re processing some  real-world psychological stress  in the dream,  and you realize you’re dreaming, it does somehow make sense that the realization would interfere with the processing. You might need to take the event in the dream seriously to process the underlying stresser, or trauma, that generated it.

But doesn’t it feel strange that we have a built-in neurological device for suppressing the realization that we’re dreaming? It’s as if our brains are wired to deceive us, to tell us that we’re not dreaming when we are. (Matrix fans can say, “Maybe that applies to waking life too!) Yes there are visual illusions that happen in the brain. Pareidolia, and so on. But that’s more like an accident of the brain’s information processing limitation. In the case of dreams, it’s almost as if our brains are designed to lie to us! I know: we’ve probably evolved this way for a reason.

But still–it feels like our brains are messing with us.

PS: Yes, there are “lucid dreaming” adventurers who claim they can learn to know they’re dreaming, and even control the dreams. If true, there aren’t very many such people, and I understand that getting there is a long road. It’s sort of like hacking some part of the brain. It may even be doing them harm–because like I said, the brain likely has its reasons for keeping us from knowing that we’re dreaming.

Here is that Psychology Today article: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/sleep-newzzz/201502/why-do-we-dream

Nov 19

Holograms replacing musicians? And eventually–political leaders?

“The Spectacular, Strange Rise of Music Holograms”, the Washington Post tells us. “Dead musicians are taking the stage again in digital form. Is this the kind of encore we really want?”

Buddy Holly on stage, as a hologram. Happening now. As predicted years ago–along with many other things, like deep fakes–in my A Song Called Youth cyberpunk trilogy.

Another current real-life phenomenon is Pretend People on Instagram: Talking, real-looking CGI generated “models” and “influencers”, unnaturally beautiful human-seeming creatures with names and histories–who are entirely fabricated. They are not real physical persons. They’re an elaborate form of animation. Yet many people believe in them as if they are real. These scripted 3-D CGI animations have legions of fans ogling them with goo goo eyes as they coo over them. “I love your new look, Elisha!” In Japan, right now, 3-D anime characters who sing are already replacing singing acts.

In the USA we’ll inevitably generate new acts, designed by “entertainer designers”, like those computer generated media darlings on Instagram. (After all, you don’t have to pay a computer generated performer.) The music will be computer generated too. People will believe in them and write them mash letters and start fan sites for them. Fake scandals about these fake characters will appear in Us Magazine and on Entertainment Tonight. They’ll be “interviewed” on talk shows. “I love the musicians I’m working with now…”

We’re setting people up to be manipulated by computer generated imagery in deeper ways than ever. It’s all part of the general process of hemming people in with media illusion, so they don’t know what’s real, or they don’t care. So they’re hyper distracted, and easily manipulated.  And when will politicians, political leaders, be replaced by carefully crafted holograms? What will be the social agenda of the Pretend Person programmers? As in my A SONG CALLED YOUTH novels: https://store.doverpublications.com/048681789x.html

Nov 19


I wish to be ONE
of the MANY
who become the ONE;
I wish to become ONE
who remains individual
while becoming part of the ONE
that unites the MANY.
I wish to be ONE
of the MANY
who become the ONE.

Oct 19

Is harmony chaotic? Is chaos harmonic? A study suggests…

“Perceptions of Musical Octaves Are Learned, Not Wired in the Brain” ~

“Singing experiments with residents of the Bolivian rainforest demonstrate how biology and experience shape the way we hear music.”

So we’re told in the article linked at the bottom of this piece. And I’m sure they’re quite right. But that’s not the whole story.

Of course, we always had suspicions about the relativity of the musical scale and musical values, in a way.  Remember The Addam’s Family? Morticia, at least on the show, played a form of dissonant–to our western ears–Japanese music. It was based on real Japanese music but it was supposed to be another example of the innate bizarrity and “That’s Just Wrongness” of the Addam’s Family. (I love all formats of The Addam’s Family by the way. I have always had a terrible crush on Morticia, especially in her movie form. Female beauty is a matter of perception too).  Musical sounds emitted by youth often repel the aged.  A good many foreign musical styles at first can sound grotesque to the close-minded listener–but we learn to appreciate them, to hear their beauty. American music, at first, sounded quite ugly to many people in Asia. It grew on them and they adopted some of it and combined it with their own forms. This demonstrates not only the relativity of musical values but also the wonderful plasticity of our aesthetics.  So, it’s not terribly surprising to hear that the octave is not wired in to our gray matter.

Still, Pythagoras saw–or rather heard–things from another angle.  He heard mathematics in music. Harmonies and harmonics could be parsed mathematically–and math is our way of perceiving logic and the orderliness of some aspects of nature. Even chaos can be mathematically measured, it seems to me, since any object will break down into chaotic parts according to specific  laws–laws of physics which follow mathematical rules. Standard harmonics does seem to have some cosmic resonance, if not always a neurological one.

The Quanta article tells us, “It appeared that the same notes in different octaves, like high C and middle C, didn’t sound alike to the Tsimané as they did to people in the U.S.” They theorize these rainforest folk actually perceive sounds differently, in ways they were taught to perceive them. This suggests that we also, here in the USA,  in our turn perceive sounds–octaves, harmonics–as we’re taught. It’s a learned perception, sure. I can remember hearing “Do, a deer, a female deer, ray, a pocketful of sun…” in  The Sound of Music as a child. I was taught do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti…and back to do, in elementary school and the corresponding sounds were played for me. I was told this was a basic pattern used in organizing music. I accepted that.  And it is used that way–for some people. On the whole, I perceived it that way. This perception was broken down, or at least much modified, later, when I came to deeply appreciate alternative forms of music, like the stochastics of Xenakis and the tortured and strangely gorgeous sounds of Captain Beefheart’s Trout Mask Replica; like the Velvet Underground’s Sister Ray; like the barely controlled music of Blue Cheer’s Vincebus Eruptum; like the wildest free jazz. Some of these forms incorporated walls of raw sound, chaos; others traded in the superimposition onto background rhythms of seeming dissonance which nevertheless had an alien, cutting beauty. So it’s possible to unlearn conventional harmonics, conventional musical values! Or rather, to put the standard harmonics and structure aside, so to try something else; to take in a different sort of nourishment at the feast. What is this yellow thing, a lemon? I have never tasted one before. I bite into it. Holy crap, that’s intense! What joy! And soon after I appreciate oranges more, even as I begin to like Sweet and Sour Chinese foods.

It all reminds me of Wittgenstein’s idea that our way of perceiving the world is filtered through the language we’ve been taught.

So–it appears that our most basic American and European rigid musical structures are not wired into our brains from the start.  However–there is such a thing as recognizing and relating to felicity in all its forms. And we are attuned, in some wise, to felicity. To harmony. It’s the sonic version of things going well at home. Of being loved. Of the right word falling into place. Naturally we respond to it music. The rainforest folk presumably do the same–but they represent it differently.

Dissonance–why does it tend to set our teeth on edge? Notice that danger is associated in nature–not always, but as a sort of trend–with dissonance. Predators generally do not make conventionally harmonious sounds–hawks shriek;  the wolf snarls and makes other blood curling sounds as it prowls; bears on the attack make a glutinous angry roaring; mosquitoes make an unpleasant humming whine. (Some owls, who are predators, hoot pleasantly but there are owls that shriek). The rattlesnake’s warning is not a pretty sound. It can be well used in a composition–I’ve heard it done–but in itself, it’s an unnerving sound. And think of the sound of an erupting volcano. A tree exploding as lightning strikes.  A building will make many alarming sounds when it’s collapsing. Many birds do make conventionally “prettier” sounds. We associate them with the friendly side of nature. Jays make a raucous sound, and will do you little harm–but they are rapscallions.

Now, chaos can be used in thought-out, planned compositions, as well as in improvisation–Zappa’s Uncle Meat, say, or his Weasels Ripped  My Flesh.  Or consider a Jackson Pollack painting. But one of Zappa’s or even John Cage’s more chaotic sounding compositions are planned, not random, and Jackson actually composed as he painted, coming up with uproarious chaotic but still patterned paintings…


[thanks to Jim Baldwin for providing the grist for the mill, here]



Oct 19

Saw ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE WEST a 2nd Time, 1st was 45 years ago

I appreciated some aspects of it, in my youth, but thought it was exasperating and it was not paced for an impatient guy about 18. Now I appreciate it as a cinematic masterpiece–an exasperating one at times–and as an operatic fantasy some Italian guys had of the Wild West (Bertolucci and Argento were involved too!), an enacting of masculine rituals of face to face struggle for dominance, and of ritualistic revenge…SO ritualistic. And it’s also just as exasperating as ever. As a writer they lost me when Cheyenne shoots someone through a train window with a gun in his boot. Stupidest fucking thing to stick in the picture….GOD that’s still annoying…the movie ALMOST had internal-logic cohesion up till then. And the woman in it–another ritual: the ritual of her subjugation. The primal, traditionally patriarchal male/female roles are etched into ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE WEST to a degree that many modern women must regard as misogyny.  It’s foolish to look for real internal logic in this rickety and beautiful masculine fantasy…This halcyon paean to adolescent coming of age dreams…Just look at the pretty pictures…Wonderful scenes…glorious creativity…homages to John Ford films and to Union Pacific….The dueling charisma of Fonda, Robards, Bronson…

Oct 19

“Do Not Be Daunted by the Enormity of the World’s grief.”

“Do not be daunted
by the enormity
of the world’s grief.
Do justly, now.
Love mercy, now.
Walk humbly, now.
You are not obligated
to complete the work,
but neither are you free
to abandon it.”

       The Talmud

Oct 19

A new American Holiday–VLADIMIR PUTIN DAY!

We just had Columbus Day, in celebration of a guy who enslaved and brutalized natives. If we’re going to do that, why not have Boston Strangler Day, or, I don’t know, Jim Jones Day? But actually, here’s one that could get White House approval: Vladimir Putin Day.

Why not? Clearly our nation’s administration is closely allied with the Putin Regime. We remember that cozy, babbling meeting he took with Russian diplomats, and a Russian spy master, in the White House itself. We remember the three hour conference he had with Vlad, behind locked doors, alone but for a translator whose notes Trump confiscated. We recall Trump was elected at least partly due to Russian interference. The Washington Post reminds us: “There were, according to the Moscow Project, ’101 contacts between Trump’s team and Russia linked operatives,’ and ‘the Trump team tried to cover up every single one of them.’”

Trump works hard to undermine the FBI, and our intelligence services–an undermining that is very useful to the ex KGB official Vlad Putin. Trump derides and undermines the European Union and NATO–which must be very pleasing to Vlad. Trump gushes praise for Putin. Trump endorses pro-Russian leaders in Eastern Europe. Trump was going to support the rebellion in Venezuela with troops–then backed off when it turned out that Russia didn’t want them supported. And as WaPo points out “Trump has effectively done nothing in response to the Russian attack on Ukrainian ships in international waters, thereby encouraging greater Russian aggression.”

Trump has taken a number of other actions helpful to Putin–most recently, withdrawing all troops and American military support from Syria. Which is exactly what Putin wants.

The new holiday should please a certain large segment of Americans. Putin is far-right, neo-fascist in style. So are Trump followers.

So why not a new holiday in the USA? VLAD PUTIN DAY! Everyone gets a day off–so it’ll be popular. We’ll make it the Winter Solstice, which is either the 21st or 22nd of December, depending, so that the holiday is on the shortest day of the year. That is, the day with the least sunlight.

Vlad doesn’t like sunlight. Not the kind that gives us truth.

See you at the bar for vodka next Vladimir Putin Day everyone!

   –thanks to Micky Shirley for the idea of having Vlad Putin Day–


Sep 19

My One-Paragraph Review of AD ASTRA

I think it’s a good, very worthwhile, science fiction movie. Does it really show “what space travel is really like” as they boasted? I don’t think so, not fully. Is all the scientific rationale so tossed off quite believable? I doubt it. (I will defend the relatively short trips to Mars, and only 76 days to Neptune — I infer, though they were really trying to avoid any explication along those lines, that there are faster vessels in this future, and indeed faster ones are being planned, fast enough to make this work). I’m not at all sure about the antimatter repercussions from one position on Neptune having a big effect on Earth. There is one journey through the rings of Neptune that seems a little…well, fortuitous if not wildly improbable. But jeez, if you just don’t get too persnickety about such things, the human side of it is so well done. The journey to Neptune is both an adventure tale and a metaphor for a journey into solitude meant to end solitude. Poetic and true. They were bold too, with their lunar raiders. Fine acting, especially from Brad Pitt. Good dialogue.Much powerful imagery, some of it reminiscent of 2001: A Space Odyssey. (Homage?) Lots of eye candy. Sharp directing.

Sep 19

Forgotten ReverbNation Yields Secret Cache of Early Shirley Recordings!

Yes ReverbNation is still online! High quality John Shirley band recordings, three from studio, one live with SadoNation.


Sep 19


It’s an art installation in Austria, but as far as I’m concerned, this should happen to all football stadiums.