Wednesday I will polish the guitar and put it together. I am having lots of trouble with the wiring of the pickup. I put a volume pot on this one and I can't get a good signal to the pickup. I'm going to take all the connections apart and wire the pickup direct to see if it's in the volume switch. It may be as simple as my soldering job, or as serious as the pickup. Oh well. I can't get in too big of a rush. It really looks good though. I can't wait to play it and post some pictures.
On a totally different note, I had a most wondrous, amazing dream Friday night. Those of you that know me, know that I'm into the Hindu idea of waking up inside your dream. Meaning that you notice you are in the dream and then go with it. So, I was having this dream. I was in some big, weird house and there were a lot of people around, but no one I recognized. I also had several guys that were tagging along behind me. I don't remember what set it off, but I asked myself if this place I was in was possible and I deduced that it was not. So, I decided I was in a dream. At this point I thought I would try to manipulate things. I began to turn on, or off the light switches in different rooms. No one seemed to notice. Then I straightened some pictures on the wall, all the time knowing I was dreaming. Then I decided to explore. I knew that there was no real danger. Not that I couldn't feel pain, or whatever, but that I knew I could wake up. I went upstairs and there was a huge elevator. The strange guys that were with me were terrified of it, so I knew I should try it. Nothing to loose. We all got in. I closed the door and pushed the down button. When I did the lights went out and we were free falling. The weird guys were screaming there heads off. I was laughing uncontrollably, like when you're on a roller coaster and you know you're safe. I was having fun! As dreams are, I don't know what happened next, but I ended up in a room full of people. So, I sat down next to an older, 60ish, woman and asked her her name. She said Karen. I said do you have a last name. She said no. I knew she would have no last name, because she wasn't really a player in my dream. I am not the type of person to sit down next to a total stranger and ask their name. So, my sub conscience mind didn't give her a last name, because I was never supposed to acknowledge her. I said to her that she looked familiar. She said that I only had so many faces and names in my mind to choose from and that the images repeat. At this point some one came along to try to tempt me into doing something that I knew I shouldn't, so I woke myself up.
I know this sounds crazy. As I write it, it sounds even stranger than I remember it. But, it actually happened. Last night I tried to do the same thing, but I couldn't decide if it was crazy enough to be a dream, or not. When I woke up I knew it could never have happened, but during the moment it seemed all too real. Tonight I'll try again. No since in just sleeping when you can have an adventure! So, I'm either on to something, or I'm loosing my mind. Either way it's very exciting.
2 comments:
It must be a blessing not to be afraid of your sub-conscious world. I believe we are all called to this. Perhaps this is what Paul meant by having self control. But, I wonder what would have happened if you pressed the up button? Would it free fall that way too? Creep up slowly? Would it be scary? Could one be in control there? Are these silly questions?
No, the questions are not silly. Even though you know you're in a dream, you are still not in control. I couldn't make the house, or room, or whatever, I could only manipulate things within that environment that my sub conscience mind had invented. It's almost like walking around in someone else's dream, except there is always an air of familiarity. If I paid more attention I bet I would begin to recognize patterns that my mind likes to create according to how I'm feeling about my life as I lay down to sleep.
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