Reading harold_maude's journal

When the alarm goes off, there is a door that is slamed shut.
But it's still there. The lovely place of sleep.

Sometimes it seems that time slows and our perception of things shifts and bends and seconds take hours.
So it would seem. Maybe what's happening is that you've just entered into a twilight type zone of the waking world.

Sort of a hypnotic place of going through the motions, but never really being able to recount much of the day. A few highlights maybe, the same kind of thing as when we dream while we're alseep.

It would be interesting to find out if our brain waves are the same in both situations, and if this is what we experience in the waking type state of sleep that we fall into on some kind of regular basis, than maybe that would explain some of the experiences of thoes who loose time if you will.
Only in the people who are not so fratured the memories of the passage of time would be something they were aware of.

People who are fractured, i.e personality disorders, would more than likely not remember the times of waking dreams because they comparmentalize their experiences.
Somthing triggers something with an unusally strong bad feeling association to it, and the main person or the most constant personality of the fracture, the whole, if you will, or the house that contains much...
And the response is to retreat. Then the fracture surfaces, and takes over, and responds.
It could be looked at like a job where each fracture, or personality, takes a shift, and has a schedual according to the triggers.

The triggers are made note of at the time of the event. Our senses take it all in. Our brain which is the fastest computer on the face of the earth, records and stores everything.

Example: You smell something. It's sweet, and somehow familiar. But you can't put your finger on what it is. As you smell it, you begin to feel happy, but don't know why.
You feel comfort, and safe, at least you regester it, at least for a moment or two.
But what the smell is you can't define.

It's something your mind has on record. Maybe before your earliest memory you were in a garden where there were beautiful flowers and your parents were there and they were happy, and you came up to some pretty flowers that smelled so wonderful.
Everything about this is able to surface because of a single smell.
You don't remember the incident, but your mind does. It reacts to everything your senses records, and responds.

If we activly use only 10% of our brain, what is the other 90% doing?

What of de javu? I can't figure out how to remember to spell that word...
I wish there were a better word for it. The only time I've ever experienced anything to close to how it's been discribed to me is when I'm between the doors of waking and asleep.
That's when all the familiar things come back. Then they vanish.

And what about all thoes people who have memories of living at a different time?

The only thing that makes resonable sense is that what is going on in the other 90% would blow us away if we were able to see it all.

If we are made of star stuff, and we are energy housed in ever changing bodies, and they are only held together along with everything else that exists, by mear thought, and collective thought, it would seem reasonable that every cell in our bodies and every thought in our mind contains all the memories of everyone who has ever been here.

Maybe sometimes they surface, through all the layers, through all the confusion and order of our currant waking thoughts.

Maybe what's going on in our dreams, both waking and sleeping, is activity with in the other 90%.
That would be an expaination of why sometimes we have flying dreams, and when we wake up we are exausted.
It takes alot of energy to fly. Especially when the bones of the human body are so dense.

It would also explain why there are other experences we have that make us wonder.

Maybe, just maybe, we carry some of that back to the waking world of only 10% activity.

Maybe that's where brilliant human thought comes from.

...it all sounds so clinical. I guess I'm in one of thoes moments of overload...
well, maybe more than just a moment.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.