Dream Time

[Michael McMahon]

So even though my tinnitus can be heightened before I sleep the way my dream character doesn’t always recognise tinnitus can be a manifestation of free won’t versus free will where even though I could try harder to avoid listening to tinnitus the way it could succeed might still be too tantalising in unrealistically trying to achieve a dreamier state of mind during the day.

 

[Michael McMahon]

An exaggerated online viewcount or an exaggerated social life can be counteracted with nature documentaries as if the apparent boredom of the scenery or the narration can still exceed anyone else’s ability to pretend to care about you in real life. This could be circular if no one else wants to care about you if the nature programs really were that boring! Nonetheless when I watched “Into the Inferno” with my mother about volcanoes and the local spirituality and then “A Gorilla Story: Told by David Attenborough” with my father about Rwandan mountain gorillas then indeed the panpsychist effects could function like a lie detector!

 

[Michael McMahon]

In last night’s dreams I began on a train like the one I took from Barcelona to Montserrat many years ago with my father where I was busy taking photos. On the return journey I sat beside a female passenger and told her how my father had turned into a millionaire ghost escaping on a private underground metro as if it were a parody of our brief falling out after the holiday! Afterwards I was with my aunt though this time in her apparently new holiday home on an island in the river shannon where I was running around exploring close to her real holiday home in Killadysert. For the last dream I was with my big football coach only that I was heading to the Skelligs like I’d done so with my father only years ago though this time there was a storm and rocks slipping down the island platform that had to be dodged on the way up. I’d to hide on top of the side wall for shelter before ascending.

 

[Michael McMahon]

For last night’s dream I was in some ruined American town overrun with deciduous trees as if it were a parody of my hometown of Ennis! I was for whatever reason hopping around balconies to a top-floor shop to buy milk. Afterwards I somehow managed to jump off a streetlight by flinging the milk carton just before ground level in the opposite horizontal direction to stumble forward as if by Newton’s 3rd Law of an equal reaction. Perhaps I was watching too many wingsuit mountaintop gliders on YouTube or too many digitally altered ramp runs on Facebook! Perhaps a hidden variable in the debate between specialists and generalists is pluralism as if despite my apparent selfishness of being overweight is that no matter how selfless I would’ve been had I tried more rockclimbing my inability to do so might still present me to be less megalomaniacal were I otherwise still at risk of being conceited as a rockclimber in an alternate history like the above stunt! For example a selfish account of my failure to master the guitar is to theoretically make me more humble at listening to other guitarists only that this risks a false dichotomy if there wasn’t a limit on how much music a trained musician could listen too! In other words there’d be a risk of a downward spiral if those who never played the guitar could still theoretically play better than me fairly quickly had they too listened to more guitarists than me!