World Dream Bank home - add a dream - newest - art gallery - sampler - dreams by title, subject, author, date, places, names

HAWKING COUNTRY
or,
My Quantum Life

Book review 1994/1/8, dream 1994/2/1, by Wayan

Cover of 'Theory of Everything


I'm reading Kitty Ferguson's Quest for a Theory of Everything, a biography of Stephen Hawking. He says his life actually improved when his illness got serious: he was given two years to live (30 years ago), so he dropped the typical Oxbridge attitude about work (easy-going to cynical, assuming one has decades), and decided to accomplish anything before he died, he had to focus. Increasing physical weakness meant strengthening his will, and the illness forced him to streamline his life into freedom from responsibilities almost all other adults have to fulfill. Even the descent from full speech to mumbles to muteness led to getting a voice synthesizer, leading to the chance to lecture again, to organize his thoughts in a new way.

Such personal insights are what the vast majority of readers probably relate to most easily, not his cosmology, which he expects us to find counter-intuitive, near-incomprehensible. So he doesn't spend too much time trying.

But for me, a shamanic dreamer, his cosmology is more than comprehensible--it's personal. As Hawking describes his view of the fine structure of spacetime, all knotted and pitted and wormholed, I'm struck how familiar it sounds. In my shamanic dreams, and increasingly in the waking world, the spacetime I live in feels just as he describes.

It's like an osmotic filter, a semi-permeable membrane. All sort of phenomena science rejected for decades--ghosts, dreamworlds, precognition and far memory, clairvoyance--all become explainable as a tuning in or a constellation of thin/faint patterns of wavicles (or other information carriers) barely detectable underneath the roar of this continuum's nearby input, like those distant radio stations you can pick up only late at night... Patterns from past or future folds, or from other continua entirely, leak through capillary wormholes.

Universe as sieve!

It's not exotic at all--his theory describes my nightly experience.

THREE WEEKS LATER
A rugged, mesa'd, pocked, looped, riddled desert, like the fine texture of Hawking's spacetime. Dream sketch by Wayan.

I dream I'm in a desert full of arches and cracks and loops and holes. Fun to hide and pounce in. I like it because you're never trapped: there's always a hole to duck into and leap out elsewhere.

We look human, but aren't exactly; we all can shift quickly into other forms if need be.

I fly out over the desert. I don't mean I fly a plane: I just grow wings.

Hawkwings.

I spot several women I know, who all have similar animal forms, catlike, very furry. But when they go to a nearby spacetime, where the locals all look rigidly human, and they live in towns and use lots of machines and stuff... over there, our animal forms change. The cat women come out like humans wearing tailed jumpsuits with cat masks. After their lithe, living bodies and faces back home, so sleek and expressive, clothing and masks seem bland and stiff to me. But that's the local consensus: the machine people just can't accept shapeshifting, so that's all the felinity their spacetime will accept.

Catgirl facing the masked human form she takes in the human world. Sketch by Wayan, based on a print by Sarah Kahn. Click to enlarge.
Based on a print by Sarah Kahn, seen in Open Studio, San Francisco--lost the card so title & year unknown.

White, blankfaced ghosts emerge from desert caves. Dream sketch by Wayan. Click to enlarge.

Not that our desert doesn't have its limitations too. We especially wonder about some paper-white ghostly humanoid forms that sometimes appear, then fade. Several different entities, by the looks of them: faces like women we used to know. But they don't seem to act like people, not even like ghosts, who mostly repeat their own obsessions like tape-loops, oblivious to us. These white forms seem more like humanoid masks for something even less aware than a ghost. Stiff as duck decoys? What are they--lures?

They worry me.

I find myself talking over the problem with a psychologist, in the hall of my parents' house, leaning up against the washing machine and dryer. Hmm... something about the white enameled metal of the machines reminds me of the white blankness of the "ghosts."

I find myself saying: "I remember entities like these white things in a story by James Tiptree. Humans, it turned out, were just gametes, and when they met beings of another world, they fused into these big whitish energy-beings, vaguely like ghosts, and apparently not intelligent. All our strivings, all our dreams, were just the tail of the spermatozoon driving us toward this mindless fertilization. Intelligence was just part of the mobile reproductive apparatus of some vast organism that might be no more spiritual than a cabbage!"

Could similar unawarenesses be intruding on our lovely quantum desert?

NEXT MORNING

That Tiptree story is real of course--the novella A Momentary Taste of Being. But my life in Hawking space is much happier than Tiptree's prison-universe, where awareness is a cruel joke, a side-effect. My world, Hawking's world, is pleasantly convoluted, snug yet full of freedom, full of lively critters to play with.

So I think Hawking's theory is right. For despite all the ghosts, my moment-to-moment life is a quantum life. And happy.



LISTS AND LINKS: Stephen Hawking - models of ESP - size - book-inspired dreams - quantum & observer effects - deserts - home - shamanism & shapeshifters - flying dreams - puns & the power of names - cat people - masks & disguises - ghosts & spirits - life-paths - joy - dreams on dreams - transcendence - therapy - digital & woodblock dream art - a text-painting based on Tiptree/Sheldon's Houston, Houston, do you Read? - two dreams by Tiptree: Dancing with Emily Bronte & Let me Pass! - a 2nd Hawking dream: His Racist Son - at age 4 I sculpted the quantum-space I live in: Blue Holes

World Dream Bank homepage - Art gallery - New stuff - Introductory sampler, best dreams, best art - On dreamwork - Books
Indexes: Subject - Author - Date - Names - Places - Art media/styles
Titles: A - B - C - D - E - F - G - H - IJ - KL - M - NO - PQ - R - Sa-Sk - Sl-Sz - T - UV - WXYZ
Email: wdreamb@yahoo.com - Catalog of art, books, CDs - Behind the Curtain: FAQs, bio, site map - Kindred sites