This might be of interest to some. :grin:
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Abstract: Deep inside the temporal lobe of the brain, the hippocampus has a central role in our ability to remember, imagine and dream.
Memory: How the brain constructs dreams | eLife (https://elifesciences.org/articles/58874)
If anyone would like to delve deeper: Dreaming with hippocampal damage | eLife (https://elifesciences.org/articles/56211)
Sweet dreams. :offtobed:
Are made of this, who am I to disagree.
I've traveled the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
:daddance:
Lookin' for Mr Goodbar? Well, here he is!
Because it contains nuts?
Quote from: Dark Lightning on June 29, 2020, 12:40:58 AM
Lookin' for Mr Goodbar? Well, here he is!
I had to google that. :P
Quote from: No one on June 29, 2020, 12:44:23 AM
Because it contains nuts?
Oh, yeah, it contains nuts! :P
And here I thought having too much pastrami on a Dagwood sandwich caused weird dreams.
Pastrami causes nightmares involving vampires, everyone knows that. Sheesh!
Very cool story about the magic seahorse! Thank you, xSilverPhinx. :thumbsup:
I like the underlying idea that at some level it's constantly churning out a sort of subtext of our lived experience. This ties in with a phenomenon that I occasionally experience in moments of reverie, in which highly detailed and associative sequences of events drift across my mind in brief but rather intense vignettes. Perhaps in those moments I'm tuning in to the hippocampus channel. :seahorse:
A BBC Reel video about an artist who apparently only works when he's asleep.
"The hidden talents of your sleeping brain" (https://www.bbc.com/reel/video/p077t7x3/the-hidden-talents-of-your-sleeping-brain)
I was a somnambulist up to the age of 25, with some funny consequences on a few occasions.
Quote from: hermes2015 on July 07, 2020, 05:13:48 AM
I was a somnambulist up to the age of 25, with some funny consequences on a few occasions.
Oh come on! You can't leave that hanging.
Quote from: Tank on July 07, 2020, 09:10:16 AM
Quote from: hermes2015 on July 07, 2020, 05:13:48 AM
I was a somnambulist up to the age of 25, with some funny consequences on a few occasions.
Oh come on! You can't leave that hanging.
No, unfortunately, I have no titillating stories — I never went back to any wrong beds. Once, when we were on holiday and staying at a seaside hotel, I woke up downstairs in the dark kitchen and had no idea why I was there. Another time I dreamt I was trapped in a tomb, banging on the door to try and get out. I was inside the house at the front door, but my parents thought someone was trying to break in.
It must be a very odd sensation indeed to wake up with no idea how you got there!
I had a dream once where the house was on fire. I dreamed that my brother was trapped. I ran out of my room screaming something which awoke my parents and I calmly walked back to bed.
Quote from: Recusant on July 06, 2020, 06:30:59 AM
Very cool story about the magic seahorse! Thank you, xSilverPhinx. :thumbsup:
I like the underlying idea that at some level it's constantly churning out a sort of subtext of our lived experience. This ties in with a phenomenon that I occasionally experience in moments of reverie, in which highly detailed and associative sequences of events drift across my mind in brief but rather intense vignettes. Perhaps in those moments I'm tuning in to the hippocampus channel. :seahorse:
Seems likely! :grin:
Quote from: hermes2015 on July 07, 2020, 05:13:48 AM
I was a somnambulist up to the age of 25, with some funny consequences on a few occasions.
Somnambulism is such a weird thing. My uncle was a sleep-walker up until his adolescence and my mother tells me my grandparents had to lock his bedroom door so he wouldn't walk out in the middle of the night.
Perhaps in the throes of paranoid fear I had a dream. I was walking down a hallway of an office building. Blocking my path was a young man, well dressed, talking to two other executive types. The young guy was telling the others that he has the corona virus and he is not feeling well. None of them were wearing masks and they were standing close to one another.
I wanted to pass and asked them to stand aside a little bit. They hooted and hollered at me and began to chase me. I ducked into another office and somehow retrieved my 12 gauge shotgun. I threatened them to no avail. They kept closing in on me and breathing heavily. I shot in front of their feet but they were not deterred. It was then that I racked the next round into the chamber and the dream ended abruptly.
I think that I intended to kill them but before I did, I awoke in a cold sweat. Man I gotta stop drinking that bourbon before bed time.