半梦半醒的人生

回溯人类历史， 我们只重于人类的进化和它与环境的相互作用。

生物的进化伴随着人类的进化， 从原始人到现代人类的进化， 尼安德特人、克鲁马努人。

现在，有趣的是，你在这里所看到的有三个主干： 生物学，人类学，文明的发展， 和作为文化的人类表达。

这时你所看到的是种群的进化，而非个体的进化。

另外，如果你看看相关的时间表。

生命有二十亿年的历史， 原始人类有六千万年历史， 我们所了解的现代人类有十万年历史， 你就会慢慢了解到浓缩了的人类进化模式的本质。

然后当我们说到农业，科学，工业革命， 也只是一万年，四百年和一百五十年的历史。

你会看到更加浓缩了的进化过程。

于是我们进入了一个新的进化历程。

这个过程会浓缩到我们都能发觉它的存在的程度， 在我们一生之内，在我们这一代之内。

新的进化起源于两种信息： 数码与拟仿， 数码就是人工智能， 而由分子生物学和生物克隆技术产生了拟仿技术， 而神经生物学把二者紧密结合。

在旧的进化模式面前， 物竞天择，适者生存。

而在新的进化模式下， 他们会作为互助的非竞争性群体自主于外界而独立存在。

有趣的是，进化现在变成以个体自主的过程 发自作为自主的个体，而不是被动的被集体臆想支配下的个体。

因此作为新的个性和新的理念的新人类出世了。

但这只是新的进化循环的开始。

因为在下个循环进行时 输入了新智慧。

智慧不断积累，能力不断积累， 速度就会改变，直到某种意义上的高潮。

可以把它想象为人的瞬间巨大的满足感， 想象为新人类的潜能瞬间大量的释放。

那可能是个体的扩张，个体的繁殖， 和个体共生，不再有时间空间的限制。

而这些新人类进化的展现，将戏剧性的大出所望。

旧的进化已经冷却，贫瘠，但还有效。

它表现在社会对其的适应性上。

当你说到寄生，统治，道德，战争，掠夺。

这些会成为次要， 这些将会退化。

新的进化模式给予我们新的特微 真理，忠诚，正义和自由的人类特征 这些将成为这次进化所表现的， 那将是我们最期待的。

To look at human development Look at the organism’s evolution……and his environmental interaction. Evolution of the organism begins with evolution through the hominid… …coming to the evolution of man. Neanderthal, Cro-Magnon. Now, what you’re looking at here are three strings: Biological, anthropological, development of cultures… …and cultural, which is human expression. What you’ve seen is the evolution of populations, not individuals. Then look at the time scale involved. Two billion years for life, six million for hominid… …100,000 years for mankind as we know it. You see how the evolutionary paradigm telescopes. Then when you get to agriculture, scientific and industrial revolution… …you’re looking at 10,000 years, 400 years, 150 years. You see a further telescoping of evolutionary time. As we go through the new evolution… …it will telescope to the point where we see it within our lifetime. The new evolution stems from two types of information: Digital and analog. Digital is artificial intelligence. Analog results from molecular biology and cloning. You knit the two with neurobiology. Under the old paradigm, one would die, the other would dominate. Under the new paradigm, they exist as a supportive… …non-competitive grouping, independent from the external. So evolution now becomes an individually centered process… …emanating from the individual… …not a passive process with the individual at the collective’s whim. So you produce a neo-human… …with a new individuality, a new consciousness. That’s only the beginning of the cycle. As it proceeds, the input is this new intelligence. As intelligence piles on intelligence, ability on ability… …the speed changes until you reach a crescendo. Imagine it as an instant fulfillment of human and neo-human potential. It could be the amplification of the individual… …the multiplication of individual, parallel existences… …with the individual no longer restricted by time and space. And the manifestations of this neo-human evolution… …could be dramatically counterintuitive. The old evolution is cold, it’s sterile. It’s efficient. Its manifestations are those of social adaption. You’re talking about parasitism, dominance, morality… …war, predation. These will be subject to de-emphasis and de-evolution. The new paradigm would give us the traits… …of truth, loyalty, justice and freedom. These would be manifestations of this evolution. That’s what we hope. 新的进化，强调共生，不否定现状。

对于腐败政治，道德，战争，丰功伟绩，城市规划等等都没有敌意。

革命，颠覆，解放，改朝换代这些词汇将不再是于新的进化历程中的座右铭。

旧的进化继续存在，就像农田继续存在，工厂继续存在一样。

新的世界是新的进化和旧的进化的非敌对竞争性的共生，互补建构新的秩序，共同重组为明天新的系统。

随着数字技术和拟像技术进步，以及神经学的后天完善，产生了诸如电影，电子游戏，网络，google，虚拟现实，AI的普及，使得新人类的生存空间可以独立于原有的现实空间（城市的，农业的）之外而存在，而且更加丰富精彩。

这是无数个无边无际空间，就像实数轴线外面无数的虚数的存在一样。

在新的世界里，我们可以瞬间经历一切原有世界几代人积累下来的文化情感，可以即刻感触几千年人类旧文明的历史风骨，可以迅速认知旧进化历程里的每一种知识经验。

同样，可以在同一时刻“身首异处”，身体赞存某地，而大脑和意识可以各个世界空间里各个角落自由驰骋。

一切来得如此轻而易举，一切也就变得如此无足轻重。

并且，这个生存空间是完完全全属于个人属性的，个人的体验，个人的认知。

每一个存在的人，既是终端，又是主角；既是那里的奴隶，又是那里的神。

那里不是虚幻的，而是真实存在的。

因为我们在那里感动着，兴奋着，满足着，想象着，创造着。

因此，我们存在着。

同时，新的空间是自由的，无生死的，传统意义上的经验时间在这里失效。

黄粱一梦，不，是无数个不同时代（唐朝，清朝，中世纪，纽约，极乐净土等等，单选的或者多选的），不同地域（玛雅，巴黎，长安，淮海路，木卫二等等，单选的或者多选的），不同风格（歌特的，朋克的，洛可可的，工业的，禅的，单选的或者多选的）的黄粱梦，没有高潮，没有剧终。

“拟仿”是这个进化初期的主要表现形式，虚拟现实，重现。

但是，通过对旧文明的选取，剪辑，重组，再现，呈现给我们的将是新的世界景观。

而且，最重要的是作为个人而存在的新的个体将是新世界的新生物。

如何作一个“新人类”？

首先，让我们记住一个乐队的名字：joy division。

享受分裂。

如同新的进化和旧的进化共生共栖一样，我们必须学会将自身的多重人格共时分裂，并且享受这一分裂的过程。

现实世界，为了维系我们的肉身，必须尊重现实旧秩序下的生存之道。

找一份简单的工作，养活自己，找一个贤惠的妻子，繁衍后代。

孝敬老人，依法纳税，不闯红灯，不随地吐痰… …当我们进入新的世界里面，我们的元神出壳，内心的多重人格开始显现，随心所欲。

你可以是一个怨天尤人的老者，可以是一个天真无猜的童子，可以是思维缜密的统帅，可以是个欲求不满的荡妇；可以是希特勒，可以是甘地，可以是孙悟空，可以是鱼玄机，单选的或者多选的。

不会有人来限制你的演出，不会有谁来戳穿你的骗局，只要你演的出色，只要你编的过瘾。

你得到了释放，得到了满足。

这个世界没有维系旧进化的伦理道德的。

尽情的分裂，尽情的享受分裂所带来的快感吧。

其次，再让我们记住一部小说的名字，Neoromancer（神经漫游者），在新的世界里，我们的主要活动就是“漫游”，没有目的，没有理想，没有奋斗，没有鞠躬尽瘁，死而后已。

我们的生存空间已经足够复杂庞大。

我们生活在一个“后”的时代。

无为而为。

逍遥漫游。

足以。

不要担心迷失，分裂是为了更整体的实现自我。

因为你得到了自由，你将会感到更加的孤独。

同时，你将有机会去深深的思考到作为存在的本质。

化作一个蝴蝶，在这里采摘你的五彩花朵吧。

（写于05年10月20日）

And then she tells me that actually this is the narrative of everyone's life. That, you know, behind the phenomenal difference, there is but one story, and that's the story of moving from the "no" to the "yes." All of life is like, "No thank you. No thank you. No thank you." then ultimately it's, "Yes, I give in. Yes, I accept. Yes, I embrace." I mean, that's the journey. I mean, everyone gets to the "yes" in the end, right?感触太深。

这部电影的台词本值得一读，我就是来分享个链接的：http://wakinglifemovie.net/

"Dream is destiny."Rock out.Rock and roll.Go, strings. Begin.Sara, will you try that, the thing you asked me about?- Yeah. - Will you try it a little more subdued?- Okay. - Vibrato. Just try it and see what you think.But what I want--I mean, I want it to sound rich and maybe almost a little wavy...due to being slightly out of tune.- Do you want it, um-- - I think it should be slightly detached.That's what I was wondering.Yeah, yeah, you got it.Snazzy.Okay, pick up to 20 please.- Erik, this is a pickup to 20. - Okay.1, 2, 3.Hey, man, it's me. Um, I just got back into town.I thought maybe I could bum a ride off you or something, but that's cool.I could probably just take a cab, something like that. Um--Yeah, I guess I'll hang out with you later, something like that.Ahoy there, matey! You in for the long haul?You need a little hitch in your get-along, a little lift on down the line?Oh, um, yeah, actually, I was waiting for a cab or something, but if you want to--All right. Don't miss the boat.- Hey, thanks. - Not a problem.Anchors aweigh!So what do you think of my little vessel?She's what we call "see-worthy." S-E-E. See with your eyes.I feel like my transport should be an extension of my personality.Voila. And this? This is like my little window to the world,and every minute, it's a different show.Now, I may not understand it. I may not even necessarily agree with it.But I'll tell you what, I accept it and just sort of glide along.You want to keep things on an even keel I guess is what I'm saying.You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river.The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving.Saves on introductions and good-byes.The ride does not require an explanation.Just occupants. That's where you guys come in.It's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box.Now, you may get the 8-pack, you may get the 16-pack.But it's all in what you do with the crayons,the colors that you're given.Don't worry about drawing within the lines or coloring outside the lines.I say color outside the lines. Color right off he page.Don't box me in. We're in motion to the ocean.We are not landlocked, I'll tell ya that.So where do you want out?Uh, who, me? Am I first?Um, I don't know. Really, anywhere is fine.Well, just--just give me an address or something, okay?Tell you what, go up three more streets,take a right, go two more blocks,drop this guy off on the next corner.- Where's that? - I don't know either, but it's somewhere,and it's gonna determine the course of the rest of your life.All ashore that's going ashore.Toot toot!The reason why I refuse to take existentialism...as just another French fashion or historical curiosity...is that I think it has something very important to offer us for the new century.I 'm afraid we're losing the real virtues of living life passionately,the sense of taking responsibility for who you are,the ability to make something of yourself and feeling good about life.Existentialism is often discussed as if it's a philosophy of despair.But I think the truth is just the opposite.Sartre once interviewed said he never really felt a day of despair in his life.But one thing that comes out from reading these guys...is not a sense of anguish about life so much as...a real kind of exuberance of feeling on top of it.It's like your life is yours to create.I've read the post modernists with some interest, even admiration.But when I read them, I always have this awful nagging feeling...that something absolutely essential is getting left out.The more that you talk about a person as a social construction...or as a confluence of forces...or as fragmented or marginalized,what you do is you open up a whole new world of excuses.And when Sartre talks about responsibility,he's not talking about something abstract.He's not talking about the kind of self or soul that theologians would argue about.It's something very concrete. It's you and me talking.Making decisions. Doing things and taking the consequences.It might be true that there are six billion people in the world and counting.Nevertheless, what you do makes a difference.It makes a difference, first of all, in material terms.Makes a difference to other people and it sets an example.In short, I think the message here is...that we should never simply write ourselves off...and see ourselves as the victim of various forces.It's always our decision who we are.Creation seems to come out of imperfection.I t seems to come out of a striving and a frustration.And this is where I think language came from.I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation...and have some sort of connection with one another.And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival.Like, you know, "water." We came up with a sound for that.Or, "Saber-toothed tiger right behind you." We came up with a sound for that.But when it gets really interesting, I think,is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate...all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing.What is, like, frustration? Or what is anger or love?When I say "love,"the sound comes out of my mouth...and it hits the other person's ear,travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain,you know, through their memories of love or lack of love,and they register what I'm saying and say yes, they understand.But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert.They're just symbols. They're dead, you know?And so much of our experience is intangible.So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable.And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another,and we--we feel that we have connected,and we think that we're understood,I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion.And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.If wee looking at the highlights of human development,you have to look at the evolution of the organism...and then at the development of its interaction with the environment.Evolution of the organism will begin with the evolution of life...perceived through the hominid...coming to the evolution of mankind.Neanderthal, Cro-Magnon man.Now, interestingly, what youe looking at here are three strings:biological, anthropological--development of the cities, cultures--and cultural, which is human expression.Now, what youe seen here is the evolution of populations,not so much the evolution of individuals.And in addition, if you look at the time scales that's involved here--two billion years for life,six million years for the hominid,years for mankind as we know it--you're beginning to see the telescoping nature of the evolutionary paradigm.And then when you get to agricultural,when you get to scientific revolution and industrial revolution,you're looking at years, years, years.You're seeing a further telescoping of this evolutionary time.What that means is that as we go through the new evolution,it's gonna telescope to the point we should be able to see it manifest itself...within our lifetime, within this generation.The new evolution stems from information,and it stems from two types of information: digital and analog.The digital is artificial intelligence.The analog results from molecular biology, the cloning of the organism.And you knit the two together with neurobiology.Before on the old evolutionary paradigm,one would die and the other would grow and dominate.But under the new paradigm, they would exist...as a mutually supportive, noncompetitive grouping.Okay, independent from the external.And what is interesting here is that evolution now becomes an individually centered process,emanating from the needs and the desires of the individual,and not an external process, a passive process...where the individual is just at the whim of the collective.So, you produce a neo-human with a new individuality and a new consciousness.But that's only the beginning of the evolutionary cycle...because as the next cycle proceeds,the input is now this new intelligence.As intelligence piles on intelligence,as ability piles on ability, the speed changes.Until what? 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I still feel that way sometimes.Like I'm looking back on my life.Like my waking life is her memories.Exactly.I heard that Tim Leary said as he was dying...that he was looking forward to the moment...when his body was dead, but his brain was still alive.They say that there's still to minutes of brain activity after everything is shut down.And a second of dream consciousness, right,well, that's infinitely longer than a waking second.- You know what I'm saying? - Oh, yeah, definitely.For example, I wake up and it's : and then I go back to sleep and I have those long, intricate,beautiful dreams that seem to last for hours,and then I wake up and it's... : .Exactly. So then to minutes of brain activity,I mean, that could be your whole life.I mean, you are that woman looking back over everything.Okay, so what if I am? Then what would you be in all that?Whatever I am right now.I mean, yeah, maybe I only exist in your mind.I'm still just as real as anything else.Yeah.- I've been thinking also about something you said. - What's that?Just about reincarnation and where all the new souls come from over time.Everybody always say that they've been the reincarnation...of Cleopatra or Alexander the Great.I always want to tell them they were probably some dumb fuck like everybody else.I mean, it's impossible. Think about it.The world population has doubled in the past years, right?- So if you really believe in that ego thing of one eternal soul, - Mm-hmm.then you only have a % chance of your soul being over .And for it to be over years old, then it's only one out of six.So what are you saying then? Reincarnation doesn't exist...or that we're all young souls like where half of us are first-round humans?No, no. What I'm trying to say is that somehow I believe...reincarnation is just a--a poetic expression of what collective memory really is.There was this article by this biochemist that I read not long ago,and he was talking about how when a member of a species is born,it has a billion years of memory to draw on.And this is where we inherit our instincts.I like that. It's like there's, um,this whole telepathic thing going on that wee all a part of,whether wee conscious of it or not.That would explain why there's all these, you know,seemingly spontaneous, worldwide, innovative leaps in science, in the arts.You know, like the same results poppin' up everywhere independent of each other.Some guy on a computer, he figures something out,and then almost simultaneously, a bunch of other people all over the world...- figure out the same thing. - Mm-hmm.They did this study. They isolated a group of people over time,and they monitored their abilities at crossword puzzles...in relation to the general population.And then they secretly gave them a day-old crossword,one that had already been answered by thousands of other people.Their scores went up dramatically, like percent.So it's like once the answers are out there,you know, people can pick up on 'em.It's like we're all telepathically sharing our experiences.I'll get you motherfuckers if it's the last thing I do.Oh, you're gonna pay for what you did to me.For every second I spend in this hellhole,I'll see you spend a year in living hell!Oh, you fucks are gonna beg me to let you die.No, no, not yet.I want you cocksuckers to suffer.Oh, I'll fix your fuckin' asses, all right.Maybe a long needle in your eardrum.A hot cigar in your eye.Nothin' fancy.Some molten lead up the ass.Ooh!Or better still,some of that old Apache shit.Cut your eyelids off. Yeah.I'll just listen to you fucks screamin'.Oh, what sweet music that'll be.Yeah. We'll do it in the hospital.With doctors and nurses so you pricks don't die on me too quick.You know the best part?The best part is you dick-smokin' faggots will have your eyelids cut off,so youl have to watch me do it to you, yeah.You'll see me bring that cigar closer and closer...to your wide-open eyeball...till you're almost out of your mind.But not quite...'cause I want it to last a long, long time.I want you to know that it's me,that I'm the one that's doin' it to you.Me!And that sissy psychiatrist?What unmitigated ignorance!That old drunken fart of a judge!What a pompous ass!Judge not lestye be judged!All of you pukes are gonna die the day I get out of this shithole!I guarantee youl regret the day you met me!In a way, in our contemporary world view,It's easy to think that science has come to take the place of God.But some philosophical problems remain as troubling as ever.Take the problem of free will.This problem's been around for a long time,since before Aristotle in B.C.St. Augustine, St. Thomas Aquinas,these guys all worried about how we can be free...if God already knows in advance everything you're gonna do.Nowadays we know that the world operates according to some fundamental physical laws,and these laws govern the behavior of every object in the world.Now, these laws, because they're so trustworthy,they enable incredible technological achievements.But look at yourself. We're just physical systems too.We're just complex arrangements of carbon molecules.We're mostly water,and our behavior isn't gonna be an exception to basic physical laws.So it starts to look like whether it's God setting things up in advance...and knowing everything you're gonna do...or whether it's these basic physical laws governing everything.There's not a lot of room left for freedom.So now you might be tempted to just ignore the question,ignore the mystery of free will.Say, "Oh, well, it's just an historical anecdote. It's sophomoric.It's a question with no answer. Just forget about it."But the question keeps staring you right in the face.You think about individuality, for example, who you are.Who you are is mostly a matter of the free choices that you make.Or take responsibility. You can only be held responsible,you can only be found guilty or admired or respected...for things you did of your own free will.The question keeps coming back, and we don't really have a solution to it.It starts to look like all your decisions are really just a charade.Think about how it happens. There's some electrical activity in your brain.Your neurons fire. They send a signal down into your nervous system.It passes along down into your muscle fibers.They twitch. You might, say, reach out your arm.Looks like it's a free action on your part,but every one of those-- every part of that process...is actually governed by physical law:chemical laws, electrical laws and so on.So now it just looks like the Big Bang set up the initial conditions,and the whole rest of our history,the whole rest of human history and even before,is really just sort of the playing out of subatomic particles...according to these basic fundamental physical laws.We think wee special. We think we have some kind of special dignity,but that now comes under threat.I mean, that's really challenged by this picture.So you might be saying, "Well, wait a minute. What about quantum mechanics?"I know enough contemporary physical theory to know it's not really like that."It's really a probabilistic theory.There's room. It's loose. It's not deterministic."And that's gonna enable us to understand free will.But if you look at the details, it's not really gonna help...because what happens is you have some very small quantum particles,and their behavior is apparently a bit random.They swerve. Their behavior is absurd in the sense that it's unpredictable...and we can't understand it based on anything that came before.It just does something out of the blue, according to a probabilistic framework.But is that gonna help with freedom?Should our freedom just be a matter of probabilities,just some random swerving in a chaotic system?That just seems like it's worse. I'd rather be a gear...in a big deterministic, physical machine...than just some random swerving.So we can't just ignore the problem.We have to find room in our contemporary world view for persons,with all that that it entails; not just bodies, but persons.And that means trying to solve the problem of freedom,finding room for choice and responsibility...and trying to understand individuality.You can't fight city hall, death and taxes.Don't talk about politics or religion.This is all the equivalent of enemy propaganda rolling across the picket line." Lay down, G.I. Lay down, G.I."We saw it all through the th Century.And now in the st Century, it's time to stand up and realize...that we should not allow ourselves to be crammed into this rat maze.We should not submit to dehumanization.I don't know about you, but I'm concerned with what's happening in this world.I'm concerned with the structure.I'm concerned with the systems of control,those that control my life and those that seek to control it even more!I want freedom! That's what I want!And that's what you should want!It's up to each and every one of us to turn loose and just shovel the greed,the hatred, the envy and, yes, the insecurities...because that is the central mode of control-- make us feel pathetic, small...so we'll willingly give up our sovereignty, our liberty, our destiny.We have got to realize that we're being conditioned on a mass scale.Start challenging this corporate slave state!The st Century is gonna be a new century,not the century of slavery, not the century of lies and issues of no significance...and classism and statism and all the rest of the modes of control!It's gonna be the age of humankind...standing up for something pure and something right!What a bunch of garbage-- liberal Democrat, conservative Republican.It's all there to control you. Two sides of the same coin.Two management teams bidding for control!The C.E.O. job of Slavery, Incorporated!The truth is out there in front of you, but they lay out this buffet of lies!I'm sick of it, and I'm not gonna take a bite out of it! Do you got me?Resistance is not futile. We're gonna win this thing.Humankind is too good! We're not a bunch of underachievers!We're gonna stand up and we're gonna be human beings!We're gonna get fired up about the real things, the things that matter:creativity and the dynamic human spirit that refuses to submit!Well, that's it! That's all I got to say! It's in your court.The quest is to be liberated from the negative,which is really our own will to nothingness.And once having said yes to the instant,the affirmation is contagious.It bursts into a chain of affirmations that knows no limit.To say yes to one instant...is to say yes to all of existence.The main character is what you might call "the mind."It's mastery, it's capacity to represent.Throughout history, attempts have been made...to contain those experiences which happen at the edge of the limit...where the mind is vulnerable.But I think we are in a very significant moment in history.Those moments, those what you might call liminal,Limit, frontier, edge zone experiences...are actually now becoming the norm.These multiplicities and distinctions and differences...that have given great difficulty to the old mind...are actually through entering into their very essence,tasting and feeling their uniqueness.One might make a breakthrough to that common something...that holds them together.And so the main character is, to this new mind,greater, greater mind.A mind that yet is to be.And when we are obviously entered into that mode,you can see a radical subjectivity,radical attunement to individuality, uniqueness to that which the mind is,opens itself to a vast objectivity.So the story is the story of the cosmos now.The moment is not just a passing, empty nothing yet.And this is in the way in which these secret passages happen.Yes, it's empty with such fullness...that the great moment, the great life of the universe...is pulsating in it.And each one, each object, each place, each act...Leaves a mark.And that story is singular.But, in fact, it's story after story.Time just dissolves into quick-moving particles that are swirling away.Either I'm moving fast or time is. Never both simultaneously.It's such a strange paradox. I mean, while, technically,I 'm closer to the end of my life than I've ever been,I actually feel more than ever that I have all the time in the world.When I was younger, there was a desperation, a desire for certainty,Like there was an end to the path, and I had to get there.I know what you mean because I can remember thinking,"Oh, someday, like in my mid-thirties maybe,everything's going to just somehow jell and settle, just end."It was like there was this plateau, and it was waiting for me,and I was climbing up it, and when I got to the top,all growth and change would stop.Even exhilaration. But that hasn't happened like that, thank goodness.I think that what we don't take into account when wee young is our endless curiosity.That's what's so great about being human.- You know that thing Benedict Anderson says about identity? - No.Well, he's talking about like, say, a baby picture.So you pick up this picture, this two-dimensional image, and you say, "That's me."Well, to connect this baby in this weird little image...with yourself living and breathing in the present,you have to make up a story like, "This was me when I was a year old,"and later I had long hair, and then we moved to Riverdale,and now here I am."So it takes a story that's actually a fiction...to make you and the baby in the picture identical to create your identity.And the funny thing is, our cells are completely regenerating every seven years.We've already become completely different people several times over,and yet we always remain quintessentially ourselves.Hmm.Our critique began as all critiques begin:with doubt.Doubt became our narrative.Ours was a quest for a new story, our own.And we grasp toward this new history driven by the suspicion...that ordinary language couldn't tell it.Our past appeared frozen in the distance,and our every gesture and accent...signified the negation of the old world and the reach for a new one.The way we lived created a new situation,one of exuberance and friendship,that of a subversive microsociety...in the heart of a society which ignored it.Art was not the goal but the occasion and the method...for locating our specific rhythm...and buried possibilities of our time.The discovery of a true communication was what it was about,or at least the quest for such a communication.The adventure of finding it and losing it.We the unappeased, the unaccepting continued looking,filling in the silences with our own wishes, fears and fantasies.Driven forward by the fact that no matter how empty the world seemed,no matter how degraded and used up the world appeared to us,we knew that anything was still possible.And, given the right circumstances,a new world was just as likely as an old one.There are two kinds of sufferers in this world:those who suffer from a lack of life...and those who suffer from an overabundance of life.I've always found myself in the second category.When you come to think of it,almost all human behavior and activity...is not essentially any different from animal behavior.The most advanced technologies and craftsmanship...bring us, at best, up to the super-chimpanzee level.Actually, the gap between,say, Plato or Nietzsche and the average human...is greater than the gap between that chimpanzee and the average human.The realm of the real spirit,the true artist, the saint, the philosopher,is rarely achieved.Why so few?Why is world history and evolution not stories of progress...but rather this endless and futile addition of zeroes?No greater values have developed.Hell, the Greeks years ago were just as advanced as we are.So what are these barriers that keep people...from reaching anywhere near their real potential?The answer to that can be found in another question, and that's this:Which is the most universal human characteristic--fear or laziness?What are you writing?A novel.What's the story?There's no story.It's just...people, gestures, moments,bits of rapture, fleeting emotions.In short,the greatest stories ever told.Are you in the story?I don't think so.But then I'm kind of reading it and then writing it.It was in the middle of the desert, in the middle of nowhere,but on the way to Vegas, so, you know,every once in a while a car would pull in, get gas.It was the last gas stop before Vegas.Office had the chair, had a cash register,and that was all the room there was in that office.I was asleep, and I heard a noise.You know, just like in my mind.So I got up, and I walked out,and I stood on the curb of where the gas station ends,you know, the driveway there.I'm rubbing the sand out of my eyes, trying to see what's going on,and way down at the very end of the gas station...they had tire racks.Chains around them, you know.And I see there's an Econoline van down there.And there's a guy with his T-shirt off,and he's packing his Econoline van...with all of these tires.He's got the last two tires in his hands,pushes them into the thing,and then I, of course, I go, " Hey, you!"This guy turns around, he's got no shirt on,he's sweating, he's built like a brick shithouse,pulls out a knife, it's inches long,and then starts running at me as fast as he can, going,I'm still--"This is wrong." I walked in,stuck my hand behind the cash register where the owner kept a. revolver,pull it out, cocked the trigger,and just as I turned around, he was comin' through the door.And I could see his eyes. I'll never forget this guy's eyes.And he just had bad thoughts about me in his eyes.And I fired a round, and it hit him. Boom. Right in the chest.Bang. He went-- as fast as he was coming in the door, he went out the door.Went right up between the two pumps, ethyl and regular.And he must've been on drugs, on speed or something, you know,because he stood up...and he still had the knife, and the blood was just all over his chest,and he stood up and he went like that, just moved a little like that.And I was pretty much in shock,so I just held the trigger back and fanned the hammer.It's one of those old-time-- Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!And I blew him out of the gas station.And ever since then,I always carry this.I hear that.A well-armed populace is the best defense against tyranny.I'll drink to that.And you know,I haven't fired this in such a long time, I don't even know if itl work.Why don you pull the trigger and find out?I'm not here. Leave a message.Hey, man. I guess you already took off or something.But, uh, remind me to tell you about this dream I had last night...'cause there's some really funny stuffin it.All right, man. Uh, I guess I'll catch you later. Okay.Bareback riding. Copenhagen William...and his horse Same Deal....for a hat band. Sew it into the inside of the--I do not await the future,anticipating salvation, absolution,not even enlightenment through process.I subscribe to the premise that this flawed perfection is sufficient and complete...in every single, ineffable moment.The Blonde Bee, the Firefly, Praying Mantis--...lunatic macaroni munchkin with my googat--...venerable tradition of sorcerers, shamans and other visionaries...who have developed and perfected the art of dream travel,the so-called lucid dream state...where, by consciously controlling your dreams,you're able to discover things...beyond your capacity to apprehend in your awake state.- Winning back-to-back-- - Tell us what Felix is doing--A single ego is an absurdly narrow vantage from which to view this-- this experience.And where most consider their individual relationship to the universe,I contemplate relationships...of my various selves to one another.While most people with mobility problems...are having trouble just getting around,at age joy Cullison's out seeing the world.Now I'm free to see the worldHey, how's it going?They say that dreams are real only as long as they last.Can't you say the same thing about life?A lot of us out there are mapping that mind/body relationship of dreams.We're called the oneironauts. We're explorers of the dream world.Really, it's just about the two opposing states of consciousness...which don't really oppose at all.See, in the waking world,the neuro-system inhibits the activation of the vividness of memories.This makes evolutionary sense.It'd be maladapted for the perceptual image of a predator...to be mistaken for the memory of one and vice-versa.If the memory of a predator conjured up a perceptual image,we'd be running off to the bathroom every time we had a scary thought.So you have these serotonic neurons...that inhibit hallucinations...that they themselves are inhibited during REM sleep.This allows dreams to appear real...while preventing competition from other perceptual processes.This is why dreams are mistaken for reality.To the functional system of neural activity that creates our world,there is no difference between dreaming a perception and an action...and actually the waking perception and action.I had a friend once who told me...that the worst mistake that you could make...is to think that you are alive...when really youe asleep in life's waiting room.The trick is to combine...your waking rational abilities...with the infinite possibilities of your dreams.'Cause if you can do that, you can do anything.Did you ever have a job that you hated and worked real hard at?A long, hard day of work. Finally you get to go home, get in bed, close your eyes.And immediately you wake up and realize...that the whole day at work had been a dream.It's bad enough that you sell your waking life for-- for minimum wage,but now they get your dreams for free.Hey, man, what are you doing here?I fancy myself the social lubricator of the dream world,helping people become lucid a little easier.Cut out all that fear and anxiety stuff and just rock and roll.By becoming lucid, you mean just knowing that youe dreaming, right?Yeah. And then you can control it.They're more realistic and less bizarre than non-lucid dreams.You know, I just woke from a dream.It wasn't like a typical dream. It seemed more like I'd walked into an alternate universe.Yeah, it's real.I mean, technically, it's a phenomenon of sleep,but you can have so much damn fun in your dreams.And, of course, everyone knows fun rules.- Yeah. -So what was going on in your dream?Oh. A lot of people. A lot of talking.Some of it was kind of absurdist, like from a strange movie or something.Mostly, it was just people going off about whatever, really intensely.I woke up wondering, where did all this stuff come from?- You can control that. - Do you have these dreams all the time?Hell, yeah. I'm always gonna make the best of it.But the trick is, you got to realize that you're dreaming in the first place.You got to be able to recognize it.You got to be able to ask yourself, " Hey, man, is this a dream?"Most people never ask themselves that...when they're awake or especially when they're asleep.Seems like everyone's sleepwalking through their waking state...or wake walking through their dreams.Either way they're not gonna get much out of it.The thing that snapped me into realizing I was dreaming was, uh-- was my digital clock.I couldn't really read it. It was like the circuitry was all screwed up or something.Yeah, that's real common. And small printed material is pretty tough too.Very unstable.Another good tip-off is trying to adjust light levels.You can't really do that.If you see a light switch nearby, turn it on and off and see if it works.That's one of the few things you can't do in a lucid dream.What the hell. I can fly around,have an interesting conversation with Albert Schweitzer.I can explore all these new dimensions of reality,not to mention I can have any kind of sex I want, which is way cool.So I can't adjust light levels. So what?But that's one of the things you do to test if youe dreaming or not, right?Yeah, like I said, you can totally train yourself to recognize it.I mean, just hit a light switch every now and then.If the lights are on and you can't turn them off, then most likely youe dreaming.And then you can get down to business.And believe me, it's unlimited.- Hey, you know what I've been working on lately? - What's that?Oh, man, it's way ambitious, but I'm getting better at it.You're gonna dig this. Three-sixty vision, man.I can see in all directions. Pretty cool, huh?Yeah. Wow.Well, I got to go, man.Okay, later, man. Super perfundo on the early eve of your day.- What's that mean? - Well, you know, I never figured it out.Maybe you can. This guy always whispers into my ear.Louis. He's a recurring dream character.Cinema, in its essence,is about reproduction of reality,which is that, like, reality is actually reproduced.And for him, it might sound like a storytelling medium, really.And he feels like, um-- like film--Like-- like literature is better for telling a story.And if you tell a story or even like a joke--"This guy walks into a bar and sees a dwarf."That works really well because youe imagining this guy and this dwarfing this bar.And it's an imaginative aspect to it.In film, you don't have that because you actually are filming a specific guy...in a specific bar with a specific dwarf...- of a specific height who looks a certain way, right? - Mm-hmm.So like, um, for Bazin, what the ontology of film has to deal--it has to deal with, you know, with--- Photography also has an ontology, - Right.except that it adds this dimension of time to it...and this greater realism.And so, it's about that guy...at that moment in that space.And, you know, Bazin is, like, a Christian,so he, like, believes that, you know--in God, obviously, and everything.For him, reality and God are the same. You know, like--And so what film is actually capturing is, like, God incarnate, creating.You know, like this very moment, God is manifesting as this.And what the film would capture if it was filming us right now...would be, like, God as this table,and God is you and God is me and God looking the way we look right now...and saying and thinking what wee thinking right now...- because wee all God manifest in that sense. - Mm-hmm.So film is like a record of God or the face of God...or of the ever-changing face of God.You have a mosquito. You want me to get it for you?- You got it. Yeah. - I got it?And the whole Hollywood thing has taken film...and tried to make it this storytelling medium...where you take these books or stories...and then you, like, you know--you get the script and then try to find somebody who fits the thing.But it's ridiculous.It shouldn't be based on the script.It should be based on the person, the thing.And, um-- And in that sense,they're almost right to have this whole star system...- because then it's about that person instead of the story. - Right.Truffaut always said the best films aren't made--The best scripts don't make the best films...because they have that kind of literary, narrative thing that youe sort of a slave to.The best films are the ones that aren't tied to that slavishly.So, um-- So-- I don't know--The whole narrative thing seems to me like--Obviously, there's narrativity to cinema 'cause it's in time,just the way there's narrativity to music.You don't first think of the story of the song, then make the song.It has to come out of the moment.That's what film has. It's just that moment, which is holy.You know, like this moment, it's holy.But we walk around like it's not holy.We walk around like there's some holy moments and there are all the other moments...- that are not holy, but this moment is holy. - Right. Right.And film can let us see that.We can frame it so that we see, like, "Ah, this moment. Holy."Like "holy, holy, holy" moment by moment.But who can live that way? Who can go, "Wow, holy"?Because if I were to look at you and let you be holy--I don't know. I would, like, stop talking.Well, you'd be in the moment. The moment is holy, right?Yeah, but I'd be open.I'd look in your eyes and I'd cry...and I'd feel all this stuff and that's not polite.It would make you uncomfortable.You could laugh too. Why would you cry?Well, 'cause-- I don't know.For me, I just tend to cry.Uh-huh. Well--Well, let's do it right now. Let's have a holy moment.- Everything is layers, isn't it? - Yeah.There's the holy moment and then there's the awareness...of trying to have the holy moment...in the same way that the film is the actual moment really happening,but then the character pretending to be in a different reality.It's all these layers.And, uh, I was in and out of the holy moment, looking at you.Can be in a holy-- You're unique that way, Caveh.That's one of the reasons I enjoy you.You can... bring me into that.If the world that we are forced to accept is false and nothing is true,then everything is possible.On the way to discovering what we love, we will find everything we hate,everything that blocks our path to what we desire.The comfort will never be comfortable for those who seek what is not on the market.A systematic questioning of the idea of happiness.We'll cut the vocal chords of every empowered speaker.We'll yank the social symbols through the looking glass. We'll devalue society's currency.To confront the familiar.Society is a fraud so complete and venal...that it demands to be destroyed beyond the power of memory to recall its existence.Where there's fire, we will carry gasoline.Interrupt the continuum of everyday experience...and all the normal expectations that go with it.To live as if something actually depended on one's actions.To rupture the spell of the ideology of the commodified consumer society...so that our oppressed desires of a more authentic nature can come forward.To demonstrate the contrast between what life presently is and what it could be.To immerse ourselves in the oblivion of actions and know we're making it happen.There will be an intensity never before known in everyday life...to exchange love and hate, life and death,terror and redemption, repulsions and attractions.An affirmation of freedom so reckless and unqualified,that it amounts to a total denial of every kind of restraint and limitation.- Hey, old man, what you doing up there? - I'm not sure.You need any help getting down, sir?No, I don't think so.Stupid bastard.No worse than us. He's all action and no theory.We're all theory and no actions.Why so glum, Mr. Deborg?What was missing was felt irretrievable.The extreme uncertainties...of subsisting without working...made excesses necessary...and breaks definitive.To quote Stevenson:"Suicide carried off many." Drink and the devil...took care of the rest."- Hey. - Hey.You a dreamer?Yeah.I haven't seen too many of you around lately.Things have been tough lately for dreamers.They say dreaming's dead, that no one does it anymore.It's not dead. It's just that it's been forgotten.Removed from our language.Nobody teaches it, so no one knows it exists.The dreamer is banished to obscurity.I'm trying to change all that, and I hope you are too.By dreaming every day.Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds.Our planet is facing the greatest problems it's ever faced. Ever.So whatever you do, don't be bored.This is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive.And things are just starting.A thousand years is but an instant.There's nothing new, nothing different. The same pattern over and over.The same clouds, the same music,the same insight felt an hour or an eternity ago.There's nothing here for me now, nothing at all.Now I remember. This happened to me before. This is why I left.You have begun to find your answers.Although it will seem difficult, the rewards will be great.Exercise your human mind as thoroughly as possible,knowing it is only an exercise.Build beautiful artifacts, solve problems,explore the secrets of the physical universe.Savor the input from all the senses.Feel the joy and sorrow, the laughter, the empathy, compassion...and tote the emotional memory in your travel bag.I remember where I came from and how I became a human.Why I hung around. And now my final departure is scheduled.This way out. Escaping velocity.Not just eternity, but infinity.- Excuse me. - Excuse me.Hey. Could we do that again?I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know?I mean, it's like we go through life...with our antennas bouncing off one other,continuously on ant autopilot,with nothing really human required of us.Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there.All action basically for survival.All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along...in an efficient, polite manner." Here's your change." " Paper or plastic?" "Credit or debit?""You want ketchup with that?"I don't want a straw. I want real human moments.I want to see you. I want you to see me.I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be an ant, you know?Yeah. Yeah, I know.I don't want to be an ant, either.Yeah, thanks for kind of, like, jostling me there.I've been kind of on zombie autopilot lately.I don't feel like an ant in my head, but I guess I probably look like one.It's kind of like D.H. Lawrence had this idea of two people meeting on a road...And instead of just passing and glancing away,they decided to accept what he calls "the confrontation between their souls."It's like, um-- like freeing the brave reckless gods within us all.Then it's like we have met.I'm doing this project. I'm hoping you'll be interested in doing it.It's a soap opera,and, so, the characters are the fantasy lives.They're the alter egos of the performers who are in it.So you pretty much just figure out something that youe always wanted to do...or the life youe wanted to lead or occupation or something like that.And we write that in, and then we also have your life intersect...with other people's in the soap opera in some typical soap opera fashion.Then I also want to show it in a live venue...and have the actors present so that once the episode is screened,then the audience can direct...the actors for subsequent episodes with menus or something.So it has a lot to do with choices and honoring people's ability...to say what it is that they want to see...and also consumerism and art and commodity.And if you don't like what you got, then you can send it back...or you get what you pay for,or just participating, just really making choices.- So, you wanna do it? - Uh, yeah. Yeah, that sounds really cool.I'd love to be in it, but, um--Uh, I kinda gotta ask you a question first though.I don't really know how to say it, but, um--uh, what's it like to be a character in a dream?'Cause, uh, I'm not awake right now.And I haven't even worn a watch since, like, fourth grade.I think this is the same watch too.Um-- Uh, yeah.I don't even know if youe able to answer that question.But I'm just trying to get like a sense of where I am and what's going on.So, what about you? What's your name? What's your address?What are you doing?I-- I-- You know, I can't really remember right now.I can't really-- I can't really recall that.But that's beside the point...whether or not I can dredge up this information...about, you know, my address or, you know,my mom's maiden name or whatnot.I've got the benefit in this reality, if you wanna call that,of a consistent perspective.What is your consistent perspective?It's mostly just me dealing with a lot of people...who are...exposing me to information and ideas...that... seem vaguely familiar,but, at the same time,it's all very alien to me.I'm not in an objective, rational world.Like, I've been, like, flying around.Uh--I don't know. It's weird, too, because it's not like a fixed state.It's more like this whole spectrum of awareness.Like the lucidity wavers.Like, right now I know that I'm dreaming, right?We're, like, even talking about it.This is the most in myself and in my thoughts that I've been so far.I'm talking about being in a dream.But I'm beginning to think...that it's something that I don't really have any precedent for.It's-- It's totally unique.The-- The quality of-- of the environment...and the information that I'm receiving.Like your soap opera, for example.That's a really cool idea.I didn't come up with that. It's like something outside of myself.It's like something transmitted to me externally.I don't know what this is.We seem to think we're so limited by the world...and-- and the confines, but we're really just creating them.And you keep trying to figure it out,but it seems like now that you know that what youe doing is dreaming,you can do whatever you want to.You're, uh, dreaming, but youe awake.You have, um, so many options,and that's what life is about.I understand what youe saying.It's up to me. I'm the dreamer.It's weird. Like, so much of the information...that-- that these people have been imparting to me--I don't know. It's got this, like, really heavy connotation to it.- Well, how do you feel? - Well,Well, sometimes I feel kind of isolated,but most of the time, I feel really connected,really, like, engaged in this active process.Which is kind of weird because most of the time,I've just been really passive and not really responding,except for now, I guess.I'm just kind of letting the information wash over me.It's not necessarily passive to not respond verbally.We're communicating on so many levels simultaneously.Perhaps you're-- you're perceiving directly.Most of the people that I've been encountering...and most of the things that I would wanna say,it's like they kind of say it for me and almost at my cue.It's, like, complete unto itself.It's not like I'm having a bad dream. It's a great dream.But...it's so unlike any other dream I've ever had before.It's like the dream.It's like I'm being prepared for something."On this bridge," Lorca warns,"life is not a dream." Beware and beware and...beware."And so many think because "then" happens," now" isn't.But didn't I mention the ongoing "wow" is happening right now?We are all coauthors of this dancing exuberance...where even our inabilities are having a roast.We are the authors of ourselves,coauthoring a gigantic Dostoyevsky novel starring clowns.This entire thing we're involved with called the world...is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be.Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time...by moments flabbergasted to be in each other's presence.The world is an exam to see if we can rise into the direct experiences.Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it.Matter is here as a test for our curiosity.Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality.Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life...than write a hundred stories.Giacometti was once run down by a car,and he recalled falling into a lucid faint,a sudden exhilaration,as he realized at last something was happening to him.An assumption develops that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously.I do not agree entirely. Which is to say I do not exactly disagree.I would say that life understood is life lived.But the paradoxes bug me,and I can learn to love and make love...to the paradoxes that bug me.And on really romantic evenings of self,I go salsa dancing with my confusion.Before you drift off, don't forget.Which is to say, remember.Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting.Lorca in that same poem said...that the iguana will bite those who do not dream.And as one realizes...that one is a dream figure...in another person's dream,that is self-awareness.You haven't met yourself yet.But the advantage to meeting others in the meantime...is that one of them may present you to yourself.Examine the nature...of everything you observe.For instance,you might find yourself walking through...a dream parking lot.And, yes, those are dream feet inside of your dream shoes.Part of your dream self. And so,the person you appear to be in the dream...cannot be who you really are.This is an image,a mental model.Do you remember me?No. No, I don't think so.At the station?You were on the pay phone and you looked at me...a few times.I remember that, but I don't remember that being you.Are you sure?Well, maybe not.I was sitting down...and you were looking at me.My little friend, dream no more. It's really here.It's called Efferdent Plus.In hell, you sink to the level of your lack of love.In heaven, you rise to the level of your fullness of love.Hurry up! Come on! Get in the car! Let's go.Allegedly, the story goes like this.Billy Wilder runs into Louis Malle.This was in the late ' s, early ' s.And Louis Malle had just made his most expensive film, which had cost / million dollars.And Billy Wilder asks him what the film is about.And Louis Malle says, "It's sort of a dream within a dream."And Billy Wilder says, "You just lost / million dollars."I feel a little more apprehensive about this one than I did--Down through the centuries, the notion that life is wrapped in a dream...has been a pervasive theme of philosophers and poets.So doesn't it make sense that death, too, would be wrapped in dream?That, after death, your conscious life would continue...in what might be called, "a dream body"?It would be the same dream body you experience in your everyday dream life.Except that in the post-mortal state,you could never again wake up,never again return to your physical body.As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle,being swept along is no longer enough.What's the word, turd?Hey, do you also drive a boat car?- A what? - You gave me a ride in a car that was also a boat.No, man, I don't have a boat car. I don't know what youe talking about.Man, this must be, like, parallel universe night.You know that cat that was just in here,who just ran out the door?Well, he comes up to the counter, and I say, "What's the word, turd? "And he lays down this burrito and he kind of looks at me, kind of stares at me and says," I have but recently returned from the valley of the shadow of death." I'm rapturously breathing in all the odors and essences of life."I've been to the brink of total oblivion.I remember and ferment the desire to remember everything."So, what did you say to that?Well, I mean, what could I say?I said, "If youe gonna microwave that burrito,"I want you to poke holes in the plastic wrapping because they explode.And I'm tired of cleaning up your little burrito doings. You dig me?"'Cause the jalapenos dry up.They're like little wheels.When it was over, all I could think about...was how this entire notion of oneself,what we are, is just...this logical structure,a place to momentarily house all the abstractions.It was a time to become conscious,to give form and coherence to the mystery.And I had been a part of that. It was a gift.Life was raging all around me,and every moment was magical.I loved all the people,dealing with all the contradictory impulses.That's what I loved the most-- connecting with the people.Looking back, that's all that really mattered.Kierkegaard's last words were, "Sweep me up."- Hey, man. - Hey.Weren you in the boat car?You know, the guy-- the guy with the hat.He gave me a ride in his car or boat thing,and you were in the back seat with me.I'm not saying you don't know what you're talking about,but I don't know what you're talking about.No, see, you guys let me off at this really specific spot...that you gave him directions to let me off at.I get out and ended up getting hit by a car.But then I just woke up because I was dreaming,and later, I found out that I was still dreaming,dreaming that I'd woken up.Those are called "false awakenings." I used to have those all the time.But I'm still in it now.I can't get out of it. It's been going on forever.I keep waking up, but I'm just waking up into another dream.I'm starting to get creeped out too, like I'm talking to dead people.This woman on TV's telling me about how death is this dream time...that exists outside of life.I mean, I'm starting to think that I'm dead.I'm gonna tell you about a dream I once had.I know that when someone says that,usually youe in for a very boring next few minutes, and you might be.But it sounds like-- What else are you gonna do, right?Anyway, I read this essay by Philip K.. Dick.What, you read it in your dream?No, no. I read it before the dream.It was the preamble to the dream.It was about that book, Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said.- You know that one? - Yeah, yeah. He won an award for that one.Right. That's the one he wrote really fast.It just, like, flowed right out of him.He felt he was sort of channeling it or something.But anyway, about four years after it was published,he was at this party and he met this woman...who had the same name as the woman character in the book.And she had a boyfriend with the same name as the boyfriend character in the book.and she was having an affair with this guy, the chief of police.And he had the same name as the chief of police in his book.So she's telling him all this stuff from her life,and everything she's saying is right out of his book.So that's really freaking him out, but what can he do?And shortly after that, he was going to mail a letter,and he saw this kind of, um, dangerous, shady-looking guy standing by his car.But instead of avoiding him, which he said he usually would have done,he walked right up to him and said, "Can I help you?"And the guy said, "Yeah. I ran out of gas."He pulls out his wallet and he hands him some money, which he says he never would have done.And then he gets home and he thinks, "Wait a second.This guy can't get to a gas station. He's out of gas."So he gets back in his car. He finds the guy, takes him to the gas station.And as he's pulling up to the gas station,he realizes, " Hey, this is in my book too.This exact station. This exact guy. Everything. "So this whole episode is kind of creepy, right?And he's telling his priest about it,describing how he wrote this book,and four years later, all these things happened to him.And as he's telling it to him, the priest says, "That's the Book of Acts.You're describing the Book of Acts."He's like, "I've never read the Book of Acts."So he goes home and reads the Book of Acts,and it's, like, you know, uncanny.Even the characters' names are the same as in the Bible.And the Book of Acts takes place in A.D., when it was written, supposedly.So Philip K. Dick had this theory...that time was an illusion and that we were all actually in A.D.And the reason that he had written this book...was that he had somehow momentarily punctured through this illusion,this veil of time.And what he had seen was what was going on in the Book of Acts.And he was really into Gnosticism.and this idea that this demiurge, or demon,had created this illusion of time to make us forget...that Christ was about to return...and the kingdom of God was about to arrive...and that we're all in A.D. and there's someone trying to make us forget,you know, that--you know, that God is imminent.And that's what time is. That's what all of history is,this kind of continuous, you know, daydream or distraction.And so I read that, and I was like, "Well, that's weird. "And then that night, I had a dream,and there was this guy in the dream who was supposed to be a psychic.But I was skeptical. I was like, " He's not really a psychic."I was just thinking to myself.And then suddenly, I start floating,Like levitating up to the ceiling.And as I almost go through the roof, I'm like," Mr. Psychic, I believe you. You're a psychic. Put me down, please."And I float down, and as my feet touch the ground,the psychic turns into this woman in a green dress.And this woman is Lady Gregory.Now, Lady Gregory was Yeats' patron, this, you know, Irish person.And though I'd never seen her image,I was just sure that this was the face of Lady Gregory.So we're walking along, and Lady Gregory turns to me and says," Let me explain to you the nature of the universe." Now, Philip K. Dick is right about time, but he's wrong that it's A.D."Actually, there's only one instant, and it's right now."And it's eternity."And it's an instant in which God is posing a question."And that question is, basically, 'Do you want to, you know,"'be one with eternity?" Do you want to be in heaven?'"And we're all saying, 'No, thank you. Not just yet.'"And so time is actually just this constant saying no...to God's invitation.That's what time is. It's no more A.D. than it's you know?There's just this one instant, and that's what we're always in.And then she tells me that actually this is the narrative of everyone's life.That behind the phenomenal difference, there is but one story,and that's the story of moving from the "no" to the "yes."All of life is, " No, thank you. No, thank you."Then ultimately it's, "Yes, I give in.Yes, I accept. Yes, I embrace."I mean, that's the journey.- Everyone gets to the "yes" in the end, right? - Right.So we continue walking, and my dog runs over to me.So I'm petting him. I'm really happy to see him. He's been dead forbears.So I'm petting him and then I realize...there's this kind of gross oozing stuff coming out of his stomach.And I look over at Lady Gregory, and she sort of coughs.She's like-- "Oh, excuse me."And there's vomit dribbling down her chin, and it smells really bad.And I think, "Wait a second."That's not just the smell of vomit, which doesn't smell very good."That's the smell of dead person vomit.You know, it's, like, doubly foul."And then I realize I'm actually in, you know, the land of the dead.And everyone around me was dead.My dog had been dead over ten years. Lady Gregory had been longer than that.When I finally woke up, I was like, "Whoa. That wasn't a dream."That was a visitation to this real place, the land of the dead."- So what happened? How did you finally get out of it? - Oh, man.It was just like one of those, like, life-altering experiences.I could never really look at the world the same way again after that.Yeah, but how did you finally get out of the dream?See, that's my problem. I'm trapped.I keep-- I keep thinking that I'm waking up, but I'm still in a dream.It seems like it's going on forever. I can't get out of it.I wanna wake up for real. How do you really wake up?I don't know. I'm not very good at that anymore.But, um, if that what youe thinking,I mean, you probably should.If you can wake up, you should...because someday you won't be able to.So just, um-- But it's easy.Just--Just... wake up.Special help by SergeiKvia http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/w/waking-life-script-transcript-linklater.html

非常粗糙的画风，非常枯燥的内容。

这实在是我没有料到的。

尽管是英语片，但却有着小众电影必备的贯穿始终的絮叨——没有联系的出场人物，没有前后文，没有基本的寒暄玩笑，就是这样一个个地直接对着主人公开讲。

演讲内容多半是关于人生意义、梦境原理、伦理设想、哲学思辨……我开始还企图要跟上讲话者的思路，努力要弄清楚一个人和另一个讲话内容的主旨与联系。

后来就彻底放弃了。

我基本上就是那个不断醒来，发现自己在另一个梦境里的主角，能做的就只有面无表情地四处游走，面无表情地装作在听别人宣讲。

我后来才弄明白为什么这个主题要用动画手法来表现——它明明是拍下真人之后，电脑特效作出来的。

因为那些不断抖动的镜头，不断纷纷叉叉的线条，才能显出梦境的意味：不确定，不确定，不确定。

片子基本上是在挑战普通人的忍耐力，以及“到底你可以坚持到几分钟的时候才睡着”这个实验命题。

但是毋庸置疑的是，那些人的絮叨其实都充满思想的力量，可惜是画面，画面之于文字，恰恰就短缺在这个引导别人抽象思考的部分。

我只是想对编导们说：Nice try。

学点哲学再看吧，对哲学一无所知的就晕乎吧。

以下对片段的小结有剧透嫌疑，但任何剧透都不影响任何人看这部电影，如片头对语言的诠释，每个人对“爱”都有不同的理解，观众永远无法明白导演真正在说什么，想说什么，而每个观众看到的想到的也都不同。

这部电影的目的，也许只是提醒你，多做些思考。

存在主义分析哲学进化政治与个体轮回与遗传自由意志只是一种可能性突破束缚才能得到自由人类的目的在于寻找交流世界的历史和进化不是进步的经历，而是无休止的无用功没有故事的小说武装自己梦电影...梦境时间。。。

分两次看完，不是很懂为啥要把这一堆杂碎串在一起。

喜欢这样话唠式探讨人生的电影，果然同一导演同男女主演同种风格。

不过这一部涉及更广，不仅仅是哲学了，还有科学物理学生物学符号学，更难理解，不过这些即使理解了也不懂。

所以大部分人看后的感觉是“许多道理都懂，仍过不好这一生。

”虽然也有这样的感觉，但不觉得这部电影是告诉我们什么道理，更倾向它只是想把导演他们对这个社会对这个世界一切的困扰和迷惑展示，是一种述说，是一种“我也不知道”的感觉。

半梦半醒，好像人人都可以对人生进行一番探索和评价，谈人生谈生命谈哲学谈各种抽象概念，随时随地，与陌生的或熟悉的，随心所欲，其实每个人也都在找那个能说得上话的人，谁都可以成为倾诉的对象，而现实的我们大多缺少这种勇气，肆无忌惮地交流和把内心感受全说出，不敢随便拉一个人就说出自己真实的想法。

而在电影里却可以毫无掩饰毫无保留着述说，不管对方听不听得懂，也不是为得到回应或为解答而提问，仅仅这些都是困惑。

台词真的好赞，喜欢瞎记录，找不到全部完整台词，自己记录的也是比较触动和简单方便思考的。

即使看不懂，即使记录下来思考过后也依然困惑，甚至越来越困惑，我们或许懂了只是我们以为的懂，或许我们真的不懂，未来某个时刻突然懂了。

然后又变得困惑，或者又在其他事情上突然一个机灵懂了，这会不会是我们一个成长和成熟的表现呢？

部分台词：“梦想是命运。

”“你越把一个人谈论成一个社会构造者或众势力的汇合体，或零碎的或脱离社会的，你就会说出一大堆的借口。

”“你要与众不同，首先，从物质方面与众不同，与其他人不同，给他们树立榜样，我们不能轻易做失自我，把自己看成众多势力的牺牲品，我们要自我定位。

”“创造产生于瑕疵，产生于斗争和挫折，这就是我认为语言的由来，我的意思是，它产生于超越自我孤立的愿望，也有某种彼此之间的关系，当它只要简单的生存，它就必须简单。

当它变成真正有趣的时候，我认为是我们用同样的符号系统来交流，所有的我们经历的抽象的和无形的事物的时候了。

”“文字是惰性的，它们只是些符号，他们是死的，懂吗？

很多感受都是无形的。

很多事物我们只能意会，不能言传。

然后，当我们在彼此交流时，我们感到彼此连在了一起，我们认为彼此都能明白对方，我们认为我们几乎有种精神交流的感觉，这种感觉是短暂的却是我们离不开的。

”“新的进化模式将赋予我们真实、忠诚，正义和自由的人类特征，这些将成为新型进化的表现，因此，这是我们所希望看到的，那将是美好的。

”“我们的自由只是一种可能性，只是在无序的状态下的突然改变，这好像更糟，我宁愿自己是在一个稳定的物质机器上的一个齿轮，而不是一些突然的改变，所以我们不能忽视这个问题，我们只能用我们的当代世界观给人们找点空间，用所有的必需的，不是对肉体，而是对人，那就意味着去解决问题，为选择和责任寻找空间，试着独立的理解。

”“艺术不是目的，而只是诱因和方法，定位我们特殊的旋律，消磨我们的时间，对真实的交流的发现就在其中，至少是在寻找这种交流，发现或丢失的冒险，没得到满足和承认的我们继续在寻觅，用自己的愿望，害怕和幻想消除寂寞。

在这种不管世界看上去多空虚，不管这世界对我们来说是如何的退化和枯竭的事实的驱使下，我们懂得什么事都有可能，在合适的环境下，新的世界很有可能和旧的一样。

”“世上有两种受折磨的人，一种人是缺乏生活，另外的人是生活过于沉重。

后者和动物没有太大差别。

”“什么阻止人们发挥他们的真正潜能，答案在另一个问题之中，那就是，什么是最普遍的人类特征，畏惧还是懒惰？

”“你要了解你首先梦到的是什么，你开始能去认识它，你开始能去问你自己，嘿，这是在做梦吗。

”“电影就其本质，是现实的再现，就是像是现实真的再生一样。

电影实际上拍下的是，像上帝的化身和创造。

电影就像对上帝的记录或上帝的脸或是不断变化的上帝的脸。

整个好莱坞拍电影尽力去做这个讲故事的媒体，拍电影不应该基于剧本，而是应该基于人和事，从那种层面上说，他们差不多形成了那种明星体制，因为电影是对人而不是关于那个故事。

特吕福常说最好的电影不一定有最好的剧本，最好的剧本不能拍出最好的电影。

因为他们带有文字叙述的事，你会受制于它，最好的电影是不会受制于剧本的。

电影总有叙述性，因为它有时间限制，就像音乐里有叙述一样，你不会首先想到一个歌的故事然后再写歌，它产生于那些瞬间，那就是电影所有的，就是那个神圣的瞬间，这神圣的瞬间在我们的周围并不神圣。

电影会让我们看到这种瞬间，我们可以把它框出来去领会它，神圣，一个接一个瞬间。

”“一千年只是一个瞬间，没什么新的，不同的事物，只是在不断的重复当中，同样的云同样的音乐，对一小时或来生有着同样的感觉。

”“你已经开始寻找答案，尽管有些困难，但回报是丰厚的，尽可能彻底的练习你的思想，知道这只是练习，创造美好的东西，解决问题，探索物质世界的奥秘，感受一切喜怒哀乐，提着你装满情感记忆的旅行袋，我记得我从哪里来，如何变成人，为何我留在附近，我最后的启程已经指日可待，以逃脱的速度离开，不仅是来世，而且要永恒。

”“生命就是一个随着时光流逝，而积累起来奇迹，是那些彼此之间存在的令人吃惊的瞬间的积累。

世界就是一场考察你是否能超越你直接的经历的考试，测试我们能不能超越你所看到的，实质考察的是我们的好奇心，疑惑考察的是我们的活力。

汤玛斯·曼恩写道，他是融入到生活中去，而不是写一百个故事。

”“一种假设说你不能够在生活的同时懂得生活。

而我会说，理解生活本身就是在生活。

”“记忆远比遗忘更能体现一种精神的行为。

罗卡在同一首诗中写道，鼠蜥会咬那些不做梦的人。

当他意识到他是另外一个人梦中的人物，那就是自知之明。

”“你从未遇见你自己，但同时遇见他人的优势，是他们中的一个会将你展现给你自己。

检查你观察的万事的本质。

”“事实上每个人的生命有种叙述，在不同的现象后面，只有一个故事，那就是从否定到肯定的故事，生活的全部就是:不，谢谢，不，谢谢。

然后最后的结果都会是一样的:是的，我投降，是的，我承认，是的，我信。

”

The philosophical dialogues in this film inspire me to think about the dreamworld and real life. There might be no absolute difference from waking and sleeping mind. On one hand, no one can prove himself awake, and one can never know whether he is dreaming. All are not lucid dreamers like Wiley, therefore the proposition that “Life is not a dream” is not convincing. We might be dreaming without being aware of it.On the other hand, “dreams are only real as long as they last.” It is the same about life. “Life understood is life lived”, and dream understood is dream lived. As long as people endow efforts to think with their own minds, dreamworld and real life are equally worthwhile. This film, by presenting intermediate state as “waking life”, shows the blurring boundary between waking and sleeping mind. We can be all dreaming, but it still counts as a real life since we make efforts to understand it. The sleeping mind operates in a logic of the dreamworld, just as the waking mind operates in real-life logic, and we can never know which one is really “real” .

在我还没有完全弄明白它们的真正指向之前，我不敢说这是好还是不好。

但确实唬住我了。

我只感觉主人公迷茫的心境很像我。

我们不舍昼夜的探求宇宙的本质，就像蚍蜉感知树的信息。

哪有那么容易，必定要经过冲突对撞，无力挣扎，关于世界，社会，科学，政治，宗教，艺术，历史，当人脑中一片杂乱不知从何捋起的时候，就会变成导演的前后不搭的呓语。

再看看再说。

前言-预言（童年，种下的因，梦和现实的界限开始模糊）前言-愿望（流星、愿望、超越平常体验的来自更大世界的不可逆的引力）第一个梦-少年第一个梦-旅途、列车上朦胧听到的音乐（被拉上了一轨列车，困惑的开始，脱离母体带来的不安全感，单向性的时间，自身的成长，少年。

音乐是时间的具象，是人类对于时间最直观的感觉，某种创造随着低沉的古典乐一起走到终结，或开始了）第一个梦-排练（梦是现实的演练，还是现实是梦的演练？

戏剧感的爵士音乐，“do a bit slightly out of tune”）第一个梦-现实（你到站了，被抛向彼处，毫无经验但有一些好奇，电话线仿佛脐带，联通了你和你当地的朋友，一个黑色眼影的姑娘穿着一身黑，坐在画面正中央，宛如命运女神，你回避了如此强烈的眼神，就像自己的秘密被看穿了。

莫名其妙被好心人劝上车，但他开始像你倾售价值观：“少说些套话，行程是不需要旁白的”，而他做的恰好相反，呱啦呱啦说个不停都是些肤浅表面的东西，急于表明自身立场显得“独特”，就像他的车，就像大众传媒，虽然不会放过任何宣传自己的机会，但他懦弱伪善不敢做出任何实质有帮助的行为，一个一直沉默的乘客决定了你该下车了，“3streets 2blocks 1corner”，321，你该滚了。

也许只是让司机闭嘴，去哪？

他不会关心，就像一个只关心自己利益的政客。

【事实上，导演不仅把自己演进了电影，还把电影本身演了进去，Linklater 饰演的乘客就是导演，这整个难以醒来的梦的导演，演员（也就是观众，我们大家都是那个青涩的小伙子）是自愿参与的，只要你还在看，你就无法醒过来。

】第一个梦-命运（朦胧长大的青年的你，遭受现实重击。

没有方向不会独立思考的那个“你”，死了，而且死的很没有尊严）=================================================第二个梦-梦（新灵魂吸取了教训，你来到了大学学习知识）第二个自己-存在与责任（存在和责任都是物质层面的，都应该是实实在在的东西而不是概念，都应该被施行而不是做脑力体操。

“做出选择，承担责任”，不要怨天尤人，“不要把自己看成众多因素的牺牲品”【体制、种族、父母、性别等等】，生活要靠自己去创造，这是你的责任，了解这一切也是青年的你的责任。

）第二个自己-创造、语言与感受（“创造来源于不完美”，语言可能起源于超越自我，想要与他人建立联系的欲望，重点不是单词的发音或拼写，这种符号系统，或者更深入一些，是“让不同的人达到同感”，仅仅物质上的满足是不够的，人类还渴望着被理解，还渴望着超越，你又对自身多了一层认识）第二个自己-过场（主人公进入教室、敲门拜访、穿行不息得追逐着知识和不同的见解，学习着概念，积累着，他的眼神不再是迷惑着，变得在消化在思索，他开始有点小小的自信）第二个自己-新人类（在过去，进化是“群体性”的、为了“生存”的、“竞争”的、“被动”的，而现在呢，我们可以观察到，进化的速度越来越快，爆炸性不可预测的方向，也越来越偏向个体自发的需求，在此形成的新人类又成为新的进化螺旋的开始，直至到达某种顶峰，甚至可能改写当下视为公理的规则，也将赋予我们更良好的品格。

有些理想化，但谁知道未来呢？

）第二个自己-回到住所（构建出了一座属于自己的房子，重新获得了安全感，音乐响起，个人认知上了一个崭新的层次，超越了从前的自我，你现在不局限于你个人的体验了，可你还不知道即将面对的是什么）=================================================第三个自己-禁忌和死亡（飞翔只能持续一会儿，最终我们回到现实，触及到了不可避免的禁忌，一个老大哥开始唠叨一些过去你能感觉到却没有能力表达的“社会黑暗面”，死亡、国难财、财阀政治等等，这些似乎无法改变的事实，这些被固定的未来，就像即将来到的老大哥的死一样压在你的心头，老大哥践行了自己的反抗，他走了，但给社会给你都留下了一个问题。

你不再是从前的自己，你发现自己的命运与他人息息相关，你已经是社会人了）第三个自己-超验、共同遗产和本能（音乐响起，一对青年男女在性事完毕后，也许回忆起了高潮时那种世界大同的感觉，谈论起了濒死体验，而由谈论引发的猜想又导向自身，我还是“我”吗，也许更准确的问题是，我是“我的感知”吗？

前世，转世，“somehow i mean reincarnation is just a poetic expression of well collective memories really is. ”，我们继承下来的不只是这一世的体验，甚至可以追溯到生命体能够记忆那时（细胞记忆？

），这种数十亿年的趋利避害形成了一种天生的“本能”，这种“本能”是超验的，无论时间距离。

很好，你发现，潜意识里、本能里，“你”不仅与“他人”息息相关，“你”就是一个“人”，整个人类群体似乎就是一整个生命体）第三个自己-自由意志（我们真的比牢狱中的囚犯更自由吗？

嘿，清秀的主人公认识到人类大同似乎又回到了学校，倾听着困扰着一个科学家（？

）的哲♂学♂问题：刨去基本的经典物理规则、数十亿年的记忆所灌制的“本能”、文化家庭背景，我们还剩多少选择的自由？

【以下有不熟悉的内容，总结下教授的发言】如果这些物理规则是如此不可违抗，那么我们所谓的历史，所谓的发展不就是必然的结果吗，一切就像规则的叠加 1+1+1 这样运作下去了，一切都是可以被计算的？

经典物理不行的话那么量子力学呢，教授觉得如果我们的“自由”是基于一种完全无序的机制的话，那还不如第一种一眼看到头的未来呢（经典言论“上帝不掷骰子”）。

有没有真正基于“我”当下觉知从而做出选择的不受以前经验也不受经典物理规律影响更不是一种抽风似的毫无逻辑关联做出选择的那种自由？

这位科学家似乎想要证明这种可能性。

）=================================================第四个自己-潜意识与主人格之争不谈那么不自由的自由了，退一步，我们承认有这种主人格可以做出”自由“的选择，但是潜意识仍然在暗处伺机而动。

哪个会占上风呢？

现实中一位公放大喇叭发泄自己对于体制不满的中年男子似乎同样渴求着自由，情绪随着面部的充血也直线上升直至高潮，和性欲相通的本能似乎完全主导了他。

“从负面出发的问责，就只是我们对虚无自愿的顺从罢了。

一旦你承认了那冲动，这种认同是会传染的，它毫无限制得繁殖着这种认同。

如果你认同了某种冲动，那就准备迎接那所有的吧。

”老人似乎永远不会让冲动主导局面，他应该有着严于律己的一生。

黑人说 ：“当下的主流反而就是从边缘、从深渊去探索那些触及核心的隐秘，接受自身的脆弱，品尝、感受那种独特，汲取其中的养分，你的主人格和潜意识间的分界模糊了，尝试去达到一种更大的和谐，而借助这种体验从而进一步打开个人和宇宙连接的大门，在此间你感觉到的每分每秒都不再是空虚无意义的了，在此，自我、协调与独一无二从最根源生出。

你就是它，珍珠居住在蚌肉一般，你可以感觉到宇宙仿佛是一个生命，而时间就是它的心跳。

”感觉已经入禅了，自然的高峰体验绝对是无比美妙的，思考分辨是不是主人格什么的都已经太慢了，你只能感知。

）=================================================第五个自己-作为个人所经历的时间对人格的塑造（小时候的我和现在的我根本没有啥共同性嘛～几乎每四年人体的细胞就全部更新了一遍，我和小时候的我还有啥相同？

也许只有 DNA 和对自我的认同保存了下来。

）黑猩猩：我们做的不过是一件又一件重复的事情，甚至是重复“重复”这件事情，因为单调，因为数得清的选择酒吧，无聊故事，“良好的武装是对暴行最好的防御”，无聊到死，你为什么不去死，结果死了两个。

广告歌曲中的歌词“Now i'm free to see the world”第六个自己-梦，you're your own remixer，构建自己的宇宙lucid-Louis，关灯，控制梦境第七个自己-电影holy mom ent第七个自己-感觉一个感觉总比时间快一步的人，一个活了两倍年龄的人第七个自己-礼仪机制发心，我们需要真实的情感，从心底涌发的，你不是一个其他，而是我想要和你交流的你，不是谁都行，只是你。

表演与生活表演是什么？

表演就是生活。

你只能在事件上、或者表情或者什么别的表面上去模仿，梦里的人物将自己想了解想知道想说的按做梦人的暗示说了出来，但这不对，做梦人已经知道了这些，那为什么还需要梦呢？

为什么会做梦呢？

梦又是什么？

这里不需要什么科学的解释，这里的梦更多是自指的，而非身体上的一种机能或冲动，我想弄清这对于我有什么意义，而不是做出什么普适的解释，参与者和观察者-永恒的矛盾测不准I would say that life understand is life lived.这也是一个自指，但这种永恒的矛盾能够得到解释吗，或者至少给出一个自洽的假说也行啊，爆炸头说了一个他的认识：“And as one realizes that one is a dream figure in another person's dream,that is self-awareness.”分明可以感觉到，在这种解释下，宇宙、自我、记忆、梦开始循环起来，谁是第一个造梦者已经不重要了，一切都在循环，而片中的小伙子确实是真实存在的，他就是导演脑中诞生的、真实的虚幻。

梦境会将你自己显示给你as the pattern gets more intricate and subtle,being swept along is no longer enough.而在此时，船长和那个政客就像两个先知是你定义了你自己，就像你感知了你的梦境，时间是怎样作用在你的身上，梦已经对你说完了暂时要讲的，你得给它一个回应了。

梦境就像你置身的音乐，你在其中，你能感知那音乐，但你却又不是那音乐，你是舞者，你随着那音乐起舞，或者你又“看穿”了音乐的动机，随着自身的节奏起舞，但无论如何，你得回应那音乐，而不是伫立在原地，一切虽然不像机器那么精确的反应，但那是氛围的调动，味觉的协调，虽然慢一些，但是，是整个的，不在任何别的地方别的时间，就在此时此刻，氛围，回应。

时间-幻觉-难以醒来的梦-死亡-预言-结局在最后一段，导演把所有要素都推到了一起，导演将自己也塞进了这个梦中，作为全知的观察者，他告诉了他的造物一切的真相，幻觉，他也告诉了了他的观众相对的真相，电影。

wake up, you know you should, it's easy. 小伙子回到了哪里呢，又会被谁捕捉进梦境还是开始了自己的造梦之旅呢？

无从得知，但亲爱的观众们，你们该从梦中清醒了。

导演一开始就把影片的宗旨亮了出来，“重要的不是画笔的多少，而是那些颜色和线条，也不是套话，不是框架，不是系统，就是感受”。

所以，无论有没有看懂这部电影不重要，其中的乱七八糟的理论不重要，重要的还是你自己的生活，你自己的感受，这部电影有触动到你，这就够了。

本片由导演兼编剧理查德•林克莱特采用DV真人拍摄，并用软件将其“动画化”。

导演史蒂文•索德伯格亦在片中出现。

青年学生维利•维金斯童年时曾从小伙伴那里得到这样一个预言：“梦即命运”。

长大后，他在恍恍惚惚间来到了一座陌生的城市。

维利走街串巷，经历各种各样的神奇体验，仿佛穿梭于不同的梦中。

电影运用了革命性的方法制造动画效果，试用了新颖的电影制作技术，真人拍摄转制成动画，并配以用大段独白或对白来表达哲理命题，如同一席抚慰性的话语，睿智、启迪、充满悬念又富于想象。

影片色彩被简化，线条和色块像波浪一样蠕动，视觉明亮，形象鲜活。