Swimming in the Deep End with Nina Thompson?

Lea Thompson and John Putch in Jaws 3-D (1983)

In a recent blog post I wrote about discovering the 'Lucid Cafe' podcast and Dr. Beitman's theme of "The Waking Dream" being like some Sunday afternoon pleasant boat-ride down a stream -

Inside Out and Down Under?-)

Lucid Cafe Podcast: Life is But A Dream: The Science of Coincidence with Bernard Beitman, MD

Connecting with Coincidence Podcast: Wendy Halley - The Waking Dream?

Starring Lea Thompson

But I would argue with Bernie that life is more like a combination of a dream and a nightmare, all at once.
For some, like my recently deceased older brain-damaged from birth brother, I would imagine that his life was more of a nightmare than a dream, and of course for some rare people life is but a pleasant dream ... maybe?

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Salavat Fidai's art

"If you don't take a photo it didn't happen."?

Smooth sailing, so far anyway, in JAWS 2

Ironically, I went as deep down the Apple podcast list of the 'Lucid Cafe' podcast as I could and found this one to listen to after I had listened to Bernie's 'Lucid Cafe' talk -

Lucid Cafe Podcast: Swimming in the Deep End with Nina.

It wasn't lost on me that Nina had the surname Thompson and that I have fare-welled a lot of family members and friends off at Mount Thompson Crematorium in Brisbane in my lifetime, and that pretty soon family and friends may well be farewelling me off from there also.
Not to mention that I had recently written a post about Lea Thompson starring in 'Jaws 3D' and her daughter starring in 'Zombieland 2' -
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The night I went to sleep after my brother died, I was wondering if I'd dream something significant, not that I usually recall many dreams, unless they are scary.
But that night I awoke after having a dream about climbing a step pyramid of hay bales that were against a solid wall with a steel beam sticking out from the wall above the top hay bale.
Just as I was approaching the top of what was probably a six story hay bale stack, the stack started to crumble and I just managed to grab the steel beam, but I was left hanging on the beam as I watched the bales all fall away to the ground.
Pretty much like that scene from the zombie movie above, not that I was hanging that high up as Woody is, but I knew if I was to let go, I was going to die.
I hung there in my dream wondering if I should just let go, as nobody could save me and there was nowhere to go but down.
I had the feeling I should hang on, even though it seemed hopeless to, and then I woke up.
It wasn't until a day or two later that I saw the scene above in the zombie movie and thought WTF?

Then I watched a Marc Maron comedy special on Netflix called 'Too Real' where Marc says he gets this constant vision where he is hanging from a cliff and can't get back up.
What?!

And let's not forget my post about seeing the "just hang on, man" man at the Grateful Dead concert in the movie 'Have a Good Trip', which I recently wrote about in this post -
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"Just hang on man"?
Well, I guess if you are hanging off a cliff and you can't get up, or you a hanging off a steel beam on a six story plus solid wall that you don't have much choice, but to hang on man.
Not that I felt the dream was a message from my dead brother, it was more like a subconscious message that triggered like some kind of buried time prompt, like a seed that was ready to sprout at that time, or so it felt to me.

Hang on, keep swimming ... it's all the same message, I guess?

Wake Up to Dying Project

A day or two after my brother had died, I realized that the hands on my owl clock in my living room had stopped even though the pendulum was still swinging.
I knew the clock hands were working properly a few days before my brother's death, but I have no idea which day they had stopped.
I still found it spooky that the battery had run flat for the first time since I had bought the owl clock a few years back, considering I had already thrown the other clock out which I had also bought the day I had bought the owl clock, because the chime mechanism had gone haywire.
Who? The Angel of Death?

I guess there is a message in this post for me somewhere?
Just hang on while I try and find it, OK?-)
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