Last night I read from the fragments of a forgotten book about the lost civilization of the Theronia of Kalfura under the Black Sun. Then, for a few moments after waking, I lay still on my pallet. The breeze carried the dying chants of their priests performing the rites of their Dark God.
Freud introduced the idea of dream telepathy into psychoanalysis in 1921. Telepathy - Greek: tele - distance + pathos: suffering or intense feeling - is the communication fo thoughts, impressions, and information over distance between people without the normal operation of any known senses. However, he was skeptical of the idea, and having found no evidence either in his own dreams or in those of his patients, he concluded that dream telepathy could neither be proven nor disproven. Overall, he adopted a puerile and often vulgar view of the significance of dreams.
But subsequent decades, Jung and others took a deeper approach. Various psychoanalysists have examined patients’ dreams and found evidence for telepathy based on precise details of the time, place, sensory impression, and states of conscousness
One common factor sharted by many of these telepathic patients is that, in early childhood, they had a mother who was emotionally absent. This traumatic loss marked them and their relating to others, and left on them a fixation on a nonverbal, archaic mode of communication.
Hence, the telepathic dream embodies an enigmatic, physically 'impossible' extreme of deep-level interconnectedness and unconscious communication.
Indeed, I endured most of my childhood in poverty, both material and emotional. And my parents were not involved in my life. My father was a drunkard who spent his days and nights either at bars and other places dedicated to drinking. When home, he was always watching sports on TV while chain_smoking, drinking, and farting. My mother wasnt much better. She spent her days watching whatever was on TV - we only got 2 or 3 channels, so it was either football, bowling, and baseball with my father; or day after day of inane gossip shows and soap operas when he wasn’t around. In this way she spent most of her life watching TV in her “LayZ-Boy” recliner chair. During her programs, her main activity was to rake through the mangey fur of her 15 cats with her hard fingers and pick out the fleas. Then whe would carefully crush each one between her finger nails and set it in the pile of fleas and bits of scabs and dried skin on the one clear edge of a small table. Other than to scold me, I don’t remember either of them speaking more than a few telegraphic sentences to me at a time in my entire life.
My senses were unusually sharp. The jarring blair of the TV, the rancid drunk stink of my father and his cigarette tobaco; the nauseating odor of my morbidly obese mother’s unwashed body and the 1 dress she wore and washed once a year in the spring. The visually upsetting ugliness of a house that was piled floor to ceiling with trash and rotting garbage and only had narrow walkways through the filth. My life overall was so repugnant that my only wish was to escape.
I went to a poor school where there were no resources to fund anything but the basics. Bible Class was considered one of the basics. Science lab was a remote dream. On top of that, I had no friends. I was mostly isolated. Though I was a promissing student in that I had good grades and a freakishly high IQ, the sciences and worldly knowledge in general never had a chance to take a strong hold on me. I saw them more as things that stripped away what little beauty could be found byones dreams and imagination.
I spent my time either in the forest, romaing the hills, explring ruineed antebellum mansions, or dreaming. Sadly, much of the time I spent in the forest was spoiled by the trauma of the earlier part of the day and the dread of returning home.
As I got older, my days became more grim, it was harder to deal with school and the other students. My parents only got worse as they got older and I began to realize how bad my situation was. My waking life had no appeal for me, and I withdrew as much as I could. I was like a ghost trapped in this world of gentle pain. I slept longer and longer. I sought in my dreams the beauty that was missing from my life. I would enter the dream world and drift though green valleys. speed up dark ravines following fast mountain streams to their source up at the mountain tops, over brilliant blue lakes fed by snow melt, and down again though another valley, across desert, over swamp and ocean, Exploring unkown cities of fantastic beautfiul architecutre and unusual dimensions. T
Recently, I’ve become very fond of ‘Mina.’ I think I mentioned her befopre. Mina has completely put all other women out of my mind.
Freud introduced the idea of dream telepathy into psychoanalysis in 1921. Telepathy - Greek: tele - distance + pathos: suffering or intense feeling - is the communication fo thoughts, impressions, and information over distance between people without the normal operation of any known senses. However, he was skeptical of the idea, and having found no evidence either in his own dreams or in those of his patients, he concluded that dream telepathy could neither be proven nor disproven. Overall, he adopted a puerile and often vulgar view of the significance of dreams.
But subsequent decades, Jung and others took a deeper approach. Various psychoanalysists have examined patients’ dreams and found evidence for telepathy based on precise details of the time, place, sensory impression, and states of conscousness
One common factor sharted by many of these telepathic patients is that, in early childhood, they had a mother who was emotionally absent. This traumatic loss marked them and their relating to others, and left on them a fixation on a nonverbal, archaic mode of communication.
Hence, the telepathic dream embodies an enigmatic, physically 'impossible' extreme of deep-level interconnectedness and unconscious communication.
Indeed, I endured most of my childhood in poverty, both material and emotional. And my parents were not involved in my life. My father was a drunkard who spent his days and nights either at bars and other places dedicated to drinking. When home, he was always watching sports on TV while chain_smoking, drinking, and farting. My mother wasnt much better. She spent her days watching whatever was on TV - we only got 2 or 3 channels, so it was either football, bowling, and baseball with my father; or day after day of inane gossip shows and soap operas when he wasn’t around. In this way she spent most of her life watching TV in her “LayZ-Boy” recliner chair. During her programs, her main activity was to rake through the mangey fur of her 15 cats with her hard fingers and pick out the fleas. Then whe would carefully crush each one between her finger nails and set it in the pile of fleas and bits of scabs and dried skin on the one clear edge of a small table. Other than to scold me, I don’t remember either of them speaking more than a few telegraphic sentences to me at a time in my entire life.
My senses were unusually sharp. The jarring blair of the TV, the rancid drunk stink of my father and his cigarette tobaco; the nauseating odor of my morbidly obese mother’s unwashed body and the 1 dress she wore and washed once a year in the spring. The visually upsetting ugliness of a house that was piled floor to ceiling with trash and rotting garbage and only had narrow walkways through the filth. My life overall was so repugnant that my only wish was to escape.
I went to a poor school where there were no resources to fund anything but the basics. Bible Class was considered one of the basics. Science lab was a remote dream. On top of that, I had no friends. I was mostly isolated. Though I was a promissing student in that I had good grades and a freakishly high IQ, the sciences and worldly knowledge in general never had a chance to take a strong hold on me. I saw them more as things that stripped away what little beauty could be found byones dreams and imagination.
I spent my time either in the forest, romaing the hills, explring ruineed antebellum mansions, or dreaming. Sadly, much of the time I spent in the forest was spoiled by the trauma of the earlier part of the day and the dread of returning home.
As I got older, my days became more grim, it was harder to deal with school and the other students. My parents only got worse as they got older and I began to realize how bad my situation was. My waking life had no appeal for me, and I withdrew as much as I could. I was like a ghost trapped in this world of gentle pain. I slept longer and longer. I sought in my dreams the beauty that was missing from my life. I would enter the dream world and drift though green valleys. speed up dark ravines following fast mountain streams to their source up at the mountain tops, over brilliant blue lakes fed by snow melt, and down again though another valley, across desert, over swamp and ocean, Exploring unkown cities of fantastic beautfiul architecutre and unusual dimensions. T
Recently, I’ve become very fond of ‘Mina.’ I think I mentioned her befopre. Mina has completely put all other women out of my mind.