User:Gregory.george.lewis
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[edit] Early Spark of Self-awareness
At a certain age, I remember telling a schoolmate, "I don't know how to use my brain." I believe I was loading a piece of fish onto a sea-green bakelite platter in the cafeteria line at school. I was nine. I have distinct memories of a fear of dying at around that age. At night, the floor to one side of my bed was a swamp full of crocodiles.
Just before all this, however, I was in a desperate situation. My mother and father both worked, so my brothers and myself, and later my sister came along, were deposited daily with a rather brutal sitter. Those were horrible years. I went to a school miles from my own neighborhood, and so I rarely played with the other children on my block, except on weekends. While wasting away in Bert's backyard (the sitter's name) I indulged in the fantasy that the Starhsip Enterprise would beam me up, and I would become an intergalactic hero. To me, this was real, and enduring Bert was a bad dream I would wake from one day.
When I turned 11, needless to say the Starship Enterprise did not pick me up. Did I give up my fantasies? No. You see, character is endemic. A dreamer was probably born a dreamer, and one's predisposition to dream remains, even after the dream fails to materialize. The dreamer will maneuver his existence within a wide margin of uncertainty, where the demarcation of reality is not well-defined, but fuzzy. This gives one the illusion that life is mysterious, magical and possibly subject to the will. I imagine the spittle bug, lolling around in its cocoon of mucus thinks in a similar way.
[edit] Dreams
I was in a dark chamber, like a grotto. There was a raised platform in the center of the room, I was standing at the edge of the room. On the center of the raised floor was a large globe, which appeared to be like glass, with a milky, swirling opaqueness in the center. A young woman, perhaps in her young twenties, was standing on the outside of the globe. She was thin, had straight reddish-blond hair. Her hands were raised, as if feeling the outside of the enormous sphere (eight feet in diamter?) I shouted, "no! no!", but it was too late, as the girl "fell" into the sphere. After that, she was inside, swimming in the inner liquid like an embryo in an egg, looking out, but she appeared oblivious to me, as if she were unable to see out.
[edit] Original Quotes
"Mediocrates was the understudy of So-socrates" (First said during my employment at the Blasland, Bouck & Lee corporation, where creative solutions were discouraged in favor of more expensive and inefficient conventional ones, and where the quality of being obsequious was proportionate to salary and rank.)
"I got tricked into covering town politics the way a porn star is tricked into a triple penetration" (First said after writing on town meetings as a correspondent for the West County News.)
