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seemeunseelie · 1 month

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‘The Wolf and The Lamb’ from Aesop’s Fables (1927), by Nora Fry | ‘Persephone Writes a Poem’, from This Is How We Lost Each Other (2018), by Karese Burrows | Deathless, by Catherynne M. Valente (2011) | ‘Mizumono’ from Hannibal (2014), dir David Slade | For Your Own Good (2015), by Leah Horlick | ‘Agamemnon’ from The Oresteian Trilogy by Aeschylus, tr. Philip Vellacott (1966) | Kiss of Judas (1852) by Ignazio Jacometti | ‘What Was there to Bring me to Delight but to Love and be Loved’, from When She Named Fire: An Anthology (2008) by Paisley Rekdal | ‘Thirty Pieces of Silver’ by John Charles Dollman (1851–1934) | ‘After the Movie’ from The Kingdom of Ordinary Time, by Marie Howe (2008) | untitled poem by Sue Zhao (2020) | all other images taken from Baldur’s Gate 3 (Larian Studios)

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blue-opossum · 11 years

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Mannequin Buried on Hillside & Mannequin on Ship Wreckage

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Sunday morning, 21 April 2013.

Mannequin Buried on Hillside

Dream # 16,925-03.

I indulge in "slope navigation" (a common dreaming experience caused by the vestibular-motor phasing of REM sleep).

I am with friends from different times in my life, including previous schoolmates and co-workers. We partly walk and partly climb up a steep hillside. I do not become tired. I consider it a healthy activity, and although I know there are eroded and precarious areas, I remain unwary.

I notice a human hand and forearm jutting from the ground near some tree roots near an eroded area about ten feet ahead of us on the slope. Although I think it may have been here for years, I do not see signs of decay. I do not think much about what may have caused the person's death. I descend the hillside to report it to a park ranger.

I return to the scene on a winding road in a jeep driven by the park ranger. My friends had uncovered the rest of the "human remains." It is actually a mannequin. (The park ranger refers to it as a "doll-man.")

Causality:

The transition of buried human remains to a buried mannequin merely corresponds with my dawning lucidity that begins with recognition of my lack of physical presence in the dream state to associations with the artificial nature of dream state physicality. I have had hundreds of similar dreams.

Variations:

In similar dreams, vestibular-motor protoconsciousness is present as a personification and sometimes helps me ascend (during slope navigation) by pulling me up. Dream content sometimes corresponds with how vividly I perceive my imaginary weight in such scenarios (unrelated to waking life) or to what extent (realistically or not) I perceive my illusory dream body. This template has occurred in hundreds of my dreams, confirming that protoconsciousness personifies when specific vestibular-motor dynamics are present. In a childhood dream (with several variations) with the same template, I ascend the "steps" of an Aztec pyramid to discover a man in a business suit in an open coffin atop it, unsure if he is supposed to be dead or sleeping.

Enigmatic content:

After this dream, I learned my oldest daughter recently wrote a report about the artist John Charles Dollman and his 1884 painting "The Immigrants' Ship" (which featured a doll). This event would not be "precognition" in the conventional sense because she had already written the report, but it does infer an inexplicable level of communication.

Saturday night, 1 October 2011.

Mannequin on Ship Wreckage

Dream # 16,357-13.

In minimal daylight under an overcast sky, I look out over an unknown body of water that presents an incredibly realistic appearance.

Despite this body of water having the essence of a river, I see the broken planks of a shipwreck floating on its surface. The ship wreckage floats by slowly. I see a human figure lying on a wooden plank, but I soon realize it is only a mannequin.

Causality:

Although this date is correct, it is irrelevant because this specific type of dream content has occurred thousands of times since childhood. Bodies of water have featured near the beginning of each sleep cycle since childhood, and there are always multiple scenes of different locations before a specific setting stabilizes. The mannequin corresponds with my lucid awareness of being in the dream state and recognizing both REM atonia (physical immobility while sleeping) and the imaginary physicality of the dream state.

Variations:

My hallucinatory view of seeing minimally dressed tribal people standing in a half-submerged boat successfully maneuvering it over a river (as if it did not matter it was half-submerged) occurs more often than the above scenario.

In other modes of dreaming, I spontaneously summon a small boat and enjoy the vivid sense of movement while I remain either standing or sitting at the front. I have done this all my life. Sometimes the water's surface is incredibly realistic, though far less often, it is not. Sometimes the boat floats a short distance above the water.

Otherwise, the "Naiad factor" (girls swimming, splashing me with water, etc.) develops near the beginning of most sleep cycles.

Sunday morning, 15 August 1971.

North Side-yard Burial in Cubitis

Dream # 1,700-01.

My hallucinatory experience is as if I am incorporeal (though with the orientation of my assumed sleeping position) and studying a vertical underground cross section of the north side-yard of the Cubitis house, facing south. However, it is not as if I am actually underground or near the bottom of the well-like hole that was here in real life at the time. I only focus on my forward viewpoint with no thoughts on what there might be above, below, or behind me.

I feel as if it is daytime, though early in the morning. I somehow perceive (not hear) news broadcasts reporting that the skeleton of Jesus Christ is here, buried in our yard at a depth of about six feet. I think the authorities might investigate further.

Over time, I see arm and leg bones and a skeletal hand at one point, but never a skull or pelvis.

Eventually, I am only gazing at the underground roots of a tree, and there are no bones in sight anymore. This outcome contradicts the beginning of my dreaming experience with a surreal metamorphosis. I conclude the bones were never here (even though they were at first).

Causality:

Human remains typically correspond with my intuitive awareness of navigating the dream state and my recognition that viable perception of my physical body is usually not present while navigating non-reality. There was no predominant association with death in this dream despite its narrative. I do not even feel there were religious undertones. Underground imagery correlates with my thoughts of not being conscious. This dream content seemed to present itself for much of the morning, unlike dreams that only last a minute or less.

Influence:

My father had removed a tree and its roots from this area in real life.

#dream journal #meaning of dreams

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thekultofo · 2 years

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The idea for this #ambient & #electronica episode started after hearing the stunning EP Opening The Gate by Humn.

Other music, that worked with the chosen tracks of that EP, were hunted down and a mix was crafted around it.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed hearing the mesmerizing voice of Monica Kinolta. As you can imagine, I recommend you acquire that EP, pronto!

Original artwork: John Charles Dollman - Famine

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Triangular Ascension - Dimensional Warp Ocean in a Bottle - Mix 1 Slow Slow Loris - Latitude Of Grace Somatic Responses - D=D2 Thlaaflaa - They Had No Dreams Ralax - Flower Without the Ground (Hyusfall Remix) HUMN - The Portal (feat. Monica Kinolta) Orphx - Tanha Elphor Va - Elphid HUMN - Opening The Gate Socium Apathy - The Song Of Melancholy

https://www.thekultofo.com/ira-deorum/

#ambient #electronica #dark

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onlineantiques · 3 years

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Framed & Glazed lithograph after the painting by John Charles Dollman depicting Captain Lawrence Edward Grace ‘Titus’ Oates walking to his death to try and save his comrades Titled ‘A Very Gallant Gentleman’ eBay item number 224589841069 #oates #scott #explorers #famousexplorers #southpole #antartica #scottoftheantarctic #heroes #expeditions #art #artforsale #antiqueart #artgallery #johndollman https://www.instagram.com/p/CTKHza3oBaf/?utm_medium=tumblr

#oates #scott #explorers #famousexplorers #southpole #antartica #scottoftheantarctic #heroes #expeditions #art #artforsale #antiqueart #artgallery #johndollman

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uss-edsall · 6 years

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A Very Gallant Gentleman, by John Charles Dollman A Very Gallant Gentleman is a painting about the polar explorer Captain Lawrence Oates. During the Terra Nova Expedition expedition in 1912, the first British expedition to reach the South Pole, Oates became besought by scurvy and wounds attained by falls. A theory also states that old war wounds were re-opened by his scurvy. The entire team was in dire straits - having already lost one member, Edward Evans - and he knew they were delaying and further endangering themselves for his own sake. During a blizzard, he gallantly sacrificed his own life, in order to improve the chances of survival of his colleagues. It was unfortunately in vain; the other three men - Robert Falcon Scott, Henry Bowers, and Edward Wilson - died, pinned in another blizzard. Reportedly, Oates’ last words were “I am just going outside and may be some time.” He is still held up today as an example of courage and self sacrifice. Scott’s last journal entry, dates 29 March, 1912, presumably the date the three men died: “Every day we have been ready to start for our depot 11 miles away, but outside the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity but I do not think I can write more. R. Scott. Last entry. For God's sake look after our people.” Oates’ body was never found.

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nanshe-of-nina · 7 years

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Women of House Hightower Patrice Hightower The unexpected nature of the High Septon’s death in 44 AC aroused much suspicion, however, and whispers of murder persist to this day. Some believe His High Holiness was removed by his own brother, Ser Morgan Hightower, commander of the Warrior’s Sons in Oldtown. Others suspect Lord Martyn’s maiden aunt, the Lady Patrice Hightower, though their argument seems to rest upon the belief that poison is a woman’s weapon.

Ceryse Hightower Ceryse was the daughter of Martyn Hightower, the Lord of Oldtown. She was advanced by her uncle, the High Septon, after he protested the betrothal of the thirteen-year-old Prince Maegor to Maegor’s newborn niece, Princess Rhaena. Ceryse and Maegor were married in 25 AC. The prince claimed to have consummated their marriage a dozen times on their wedding night, but no sons ever came of it. He soon grew tired of Ceryse’s failure to bear him an heir and began taking other brides. Ceryse died in 45 AC, taken by a sudden illness, though it is also rumored that she was killed at the king’s command.

Alicent Hightower Matters became more complicated when, with Ser Otto Hightower’s encouragement, King Viserys announced his intention to wed the Lady Alicent, Ser Otto’s daughter and the Old King’s former nursemaid. For the most part, the realm celebrated this union. Rhaenyra, secure in her place as heir, welcomed her father’s new bride, for they had long known one another at court.

Malora Hightower “To be sure. Lord Leyton’s locked atop his tower with the Mad Maid, consulting books of spells. Might be he’ll raise an army from the deeps.”

Denyse Hightower Daughter of Leyton Hightower, wife of Ser Desmond Redwyne, and mother of Denys Redwyne.

Leyla Hightower Daughter of Leyton Hightower and wife of Ser Jon Cupps.

Alysanne Hightower Daughter of Leyton Hightower, wife of Ser Arthur Ambrose, and mother of Alyn Ambrose.

Lynesse Hightower “ I crowned Lynesse queen of love and beauty, and that very night went to her father and asked for her hand. I was drunk, as much on glory as on wine. By rights I should have gotten a contemptuous refusal, but Lord Leyton accepted my offer. We were married there in Lannisport, and for a fortnight I was the happiest man in the wide world.”

#house hightower #oldtown #asoiafedit #the world of ice and fire #a song of ice and fire #artasoiaf series #nanshe's graphics

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