Monday, May 1, 2023

Be careful what you dream

Yesterday I was talking about the dreams of clerkmanifesto. And it was all very fun and merry and I got to show amusing pictures of Big Bird going shopping for books, and then I thought that was done and dusted.

But then I went to sleep and dreamed of clerkmanifesto!

If only it had been an interesting dream. What a blogpost this would be!

And it's not like I'm keeping my dream from you. I barely remember it anymore. Though I think it had to do with trying to remember an idea I had for a clerkmanifesto blog post.

Yes, that was it. I am writing a blogpost about dreaming of a blogpost that's about dreaming of a blogpost for clerkmanifesto.

It's turtles all the way down.

Paul McCartney often tells the story of dreaming the tune for Yesterday, except he called it Scrambled Eggs at first. I dreamed an idea for a blogpost. It is, apparently, this one. It's the only thing that makes sense.

This causes you to ask:

Are dreams the product of some strange and magnificent intelligence of some mysterious nature, 


are they merely their own kind of AI, plagiarizing our experiences, and then struggling unknowing to try to put them into any order that seems plausible?




  1. Who are you, Feldenstein Calypso, and why are you such a masterpiece!

    1. As tempted as I am to answer "These are the questions I ask myself all the time!", what I really think is "Aw, Shucks."

      Thank you for your kind and enthusiastic comment.

  2. Isn’t thought much like a prayer? All science is opening oneself to the laws of the Universe much like all thoughts are opening the problem to the answer & then the answer or thought suddenly strikes you, springing upon you excitedly. Just like a prayer, I say. And dreams are quite like this too except with the input of stimuli in ones head which the imagination can build upon and create something of when opened to the realm of the subconscious.

    1. I like this line of thinking a lot, particularly the thought like a prayer insight! But I wonder even more after the second part: If a dream is also like a prayer, who is praying? Or maybe that an extension of, who are we when we dream?

    2. Or even who dreamed us up? A dream isn’t real until one creates something from it, and nothing is not something? Is it? the Law of Conservation of Mass says mass can never be created or destroyed. And yet the Universe began in the Big Bang.
      A Universe is just a Universe that will eventually come to an end quite like us. Yet it feels real. I can see, I can touch, I can feel, can’t I. Oh it must all be more than a dream. And I refuse to believe all the meaning I find is all for nothing. Yes, I believe in God. Yes, I believe He talks to me through lightening and the wind and the Bible and people, and I believe He numbers my steps and yes I believe He intentioned Jesus for us in love so we can be like Him-eternal. Because why else would we love and look for meaning in love. Could this just be me dreaming up a God, and far from reality. Very possibly Very possibly but my heart wants so badly to be real. And I will give myself that through all my sufferings.


If you were wondering, yes, you should comment. Not only does it remind me that I must write in intelligible English because someone is actually reading what I write, but it is also a pleasure for me since I am interested in anything you have to say.

I respond to pretty much every comment. It's like a free personalized blog post!

One last detail: If you are commenting on a post more than two weeks old I have to go in and approve it. It's sort of a spam protection device. Also, rarely, a comment will go to spam on its own. Give either of those a day or two and your comment will show up on the blog.