Week 58: Lucid.

Just as I (and the rest of the movie loving world) predicted, Inception was the best thing to come out of modern cinema for a number of years. The only thing that annoyed me about the film was myself. For years I have been thinking about metacognition (ironic). The state of thinking about thinking; realization of chain thoughts. I have been conjuring up ideas to show my thought development through essays and photography. Then late last year I thought to myself "What if I was doing this...whilst dreaming?" However, nothing came of it. So whilst watching Inception I could relate to everything. The film was literally a projection of my ideas on thought, dreaming, imagination and how layers/levels of brain signals build up. So it has become a re-inspiration to rekindle my concepts on cognative activity being connected to images.

Thanks.
Dan.



I took this photograph earlier this year. I have stated many descriptions of this image to people before but never told anyone what it specifically meant. It was actually a reinterpretation of a lucid dream I had. As most of you know, I have an attuned attention to detail within my photographs. Most objects in the photograph will be placed for a reason.

So from what I remember, in this dream I appeared to be in my kitchen, hungover and missing a leg. There was someone doing the washing up, but I couldn't tell who it was and they just wouldn't turn round. I started to shout at him and tried to make him indentify himself but it just wasn't working. I tried to get up but lost my balance due to being "hungover" and only having one leg. So I continued to shout and shout until my head started to hurt. This was the point of realization. I knew I was dreaming except... nothing happened. I thought I would wake up or the dream would drastically change. I knew I was dreaming and I now had complete control over myself, I could do anything. I grabbed the pole of a tall lampshade (may not have actually been a lampshade, a bit hazy on that one) to pull myself up. I then manuevered myself around the kitchen to the figure at the sink and forced him to turn around.

That's all I can remember I think. Straight after I woke up, I jotted it all down because I had never experienced such a control over my mind before. Such a short instant of time within my dream would have been even shorter in real time. Since this was such a short moment, an instant. I thought the best way to express this to people would be in a photograph. However it didn't matter how long I had control for, the main thing was that I actually managed to keep under control.

Realization is to make something real, and this photograph was the moment I realized that I was dreaming. My concious infected my subconcsious and overrided it.

Song listening to right now: Patience - Guns N' Roses