Last one looks like a dick and balls. But then maybe that’s the point…
(from 'If these proposed skyscrapers are ever built, cities will be insane' by Vincze Miklos at io9.com)
Lucid dream [is] a phenomenon in which the dreamer becomes aware they are dreaming and can potentially control their actions as well as the content and context of the dream. Lucid dreams are generally understood to occur exclusively during REM, the final phase of the sleep cycle that is most closely related to wakefulness and the one generally associated with dreams. Research on the prevalence of lucid dreamers suggests that if you’ve never had a lucid dream, you may be in the minority.
[Studies indicate] that practicing a physical activity during a lucid dream could improve performance in waking life.
The strategy laid out for actively training yourself to lucid dream [in the] 1991 book, Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming … boils down to are identifying discrepancies from reality that can help you realize you are dreaming and, hopefully, gain conscious control of your dream. The first step, therefore, is to spend a few weeks recording your dreams and identifying these themes.
"Downstream of the zone, a man called Sanders arrives at a remote town called Port Matarre just before the equinox. He believes himself to be searching for his former lover, Suzanne, who is working at a leper clinic 50 miles further into the jungle. Self-analysing but also self-deluding, strongly driven but curiously aimless, Sanders is an early version of a character-type that recurs throughout Ballard’s fiction. In Matarre an odd gaggle of other visitors gathers: Ventress, white-suited and hyperactive; Balthus, a black-frocked Jesuit priest; and Louise, a French journalist looking for a lost colleague and a scoop. All are drawn, for opaque reasons, deeper into the jungle and closer to the zone. What follows is a kind of "Baroquealypse Now", a river journey into the heart of lightness. All of the main characters eventually reach the ornate crystalline dream-forest of the "focal area", where gem-eyed pythons slither past, and the bodies of men lie embalmed in diamond armour.
It is the central paradox of catastrophe fiction that to destroy the world you must first summon it into being. The Crystal World is surely Ballard’s most gorgeous calamity: apocalypse not as abolition but as transfiguration.”
Robert Macfarlane, in 'J G Ballard: Five Years On - a celebration' at The Guardian
new hazey love song from the upcoming album :+)