Lucid dreaming is apparantly quite rare. Excel has told me that the 10 friends and family who replied to my emailed question ‘do you lucid dream?’ were all wildly over educated, regularly creative (musicians, poets, designers, teenager), and all except 1 are either not-married or over the age of 30. More specifically:
5/10 people do Lucid dream, including:
- 2/5 males
- 3/5 girls
- 3/3 immediate relatives
It’s fun, I’d highly recommend it if you don’t already indulge…
During a conversation about films that are substantially at variance with the books that provided their original title and approximate plot and characters:
Wendy: W’thering Heights
Bros: WUH, Wuh-thering Heights
Wendy: yes, that’s what I said W’thering Heights
Bros: Wendy, Wuh-thering has a U in it
niece & her friend: (snigger, sniggger, snigger, hiding mouths behind hands and flashing smiles at each other and checking to see if we ‘adults’ notice)
Bros: (shakes his head and tuts)
Wendy: (decides not to mention that Bros appears to have failed to count the double-u)
Mini Wendy’s are herded by their parents into providing their Maiden Aunts with helpful lists lest they get the normal bizarre undesirable obscurities she normally offloads their way in the name of goodwill.
Lets take a moment for a thematic analysis of these lists. The 13yr-old has covered her back against seemingly being disapointed by adding the item ’surprises’ to her clearly titled pink, heart-bulleted, picture illustrated, word-document list. Outstanding job, not least the request for a hair straightner, dropping the clearly superflous e was a stroke of pure genious.
By age 15yrs the Mini Wendy has grasped the usefulness of hyperlinks and chosen them over pictorial representations. The top-shop and over the kee socks references are clearly fashion references that perhaps I could learn from. Hmmm… And the lassie has clearly dealt with my impending myopia, excellent forward thinking there.
Good to see the mini Wendy’s are developing the Wendy trait for list construction. Clearly the girls are growing into fully rounded capable young Wendys
Christmas day 1999
After christmas I found this note from my 6yr old niece tucked in the cover of a book I’d been reading. It now marks a poem drawing parallels between life and staying on a hospital ward where we do not make our beds but we do lie in them by Roger McGough in his book “The way things are”.
The note cleverly demonstrates that the word hasea hoase house, unlike home, is terribly tricky to spell. Probably because there are three of those infamously tricky vowels conglomerating in ‘house’.
Niece (teenage): “I HATE YOU”
Bros: “do you know how to say that in French?”
Niece: “Je tu déteste”
Bros: “shouldn’t that be Je vous déteste?”
Neice: “NO, you are tu and I hate you”
By this stage I’ve fallen off my chair giggling and started dribbling tea on my woolly jumper (It was cold in England). During my 4 day stay I managed to avoid my niece’s wrath without ducking or walking into any nearby walls.
My niece wrote this on her white board.
The co-existing contradictions in her statement and action induced a bout of dizziness.
I had to set-down my cup of tea lest I fall over.
If her whiteboard had been a blackboard I may have anticipated and read the word ‘black’ instead of ‘blank’ and missed the subtle genious of her creation.
