Saturday, November 11, 2006

Stream of Consciousness

I was sleeping, really sleeping, and getting rest.  I got a bit cold, so I reached out without getting up, and pulled the first thing I touched over me.  It happened o be a lap robe, and later I reached again and grasped a terry cloth beach towel. And I snuggled down and slept again.

Eventually I stirred, and by the dim glow from the street lights outside, I could see  what I had created. "My God, I have created a nest for myself."

What am I, a bird?  A perfect nest, in the tree top that is my bed.

Then my left brain wakes up a bit and begins to search for the word that describes what I have done: ascribed an animal trait to my human behavior.  I fancy myself a writer, so my writer's brain should know the word.

Maybe I can think of the word if I find its opposite: the word that attributes human traits to animal or plant behavior.  That is what I did when I wrtoe about the winter roses.  I said they were striving to be noticed by the few humming birds or bees who have not hibernated or migrated.  The winter roses grow taller and put forth more gaudy blossoms, because they want pollenation. 

Finally that word comes to mind: anthropromorphism.  Let the spell checker deal with that. But what is the opposite? What word descibes my attributing animal characteristics to my building a nest?

It is three AM and the body wants to sleep but the brain does not.

If I fall asleep on my back, the base of the brain gets the full blood supply and the autonomic systems take over.  My breathing becomes deep and regular, my heart beats rugularly, and I sleep restfully.

Soon I roll to my left side and the left brain gets the nourishment and begins word searches, and I begin composing chapters for my novel.  But nothing new happens. 

I roll to my right and the creative side of my brain begins to stir.  I create, in dream form, a land with a shoreline where creatures from the sea come forth and meet the land creatures, humans with four legs.  I compose music and the creatures dance, and I choriograph their movements: patterns my left brain could never describe.

Finally I roll face down and the frontal lobes of the brain begin to stir and I remember things. I remember the pleasures  of the past, and of the past day.  Alas, I remember the pains and anguishes, too, and the "tapes" begin to play that contain the anxieties and worries of the past, over and over

At last, I get up, pull on a shirt for warmth, and lo and behold the computer is ON.  Did I leave it on?  I am sure I turned if OFF.  Yet, it is going.  Hooray.  I sit down and write this.

I will sip some tea I have in the microwave and read this entry.  I will not edit it... it is a stream of consciousness...one cannot edit that.

 

7 comments:

garnett109 said...

I awoke one morning to find myself in the wifes robe,don't remember putting it on!

madcobug said...

You're getting too deep in that brain stuff for me LOL. Helen

msecz said...

you wrote interesting facts today about the brain... I sleep on both sides but maybe I should sleep on my back but that may also explain why I get dizzy if I do... Sandra

z7snowflake said...

I like ur stream, flows very nicely

siennastarr said...

What an amazingly astute stream of thought that you have at that time of the morning.  Enjoyed this entry, very much.. :)

Jackie

tendernoggle said...

I love coming here!!!
carlene

funnyface0s0 said...

Hello Chuck - what a night owl you are, you never seem to sleep.  As for your word........what!?!?!?!?!?!?   to much thought going on there for me at that time of the morning !!!
Luv Jayne x