Saturday, November 28, 2009

Have You Ever Dreamt This Man?



http://thisman.org/

In January 2006 in New York, the patient of a well-known psychiatrist draws the face of a man that has been repeatedly appearing in her dreams. In more than one occasion that man has given her advice on her private life. The woman swears she has never met the man in her life.

That portrait lies forgotten on the psychiatrist's desk for a few days until one day another patient recognizes that face and says that the man has often visited him in his dreams. He also claims he has never seen that man in his waking life.

The psychiatrist decides to send the portrait to some of his colleagues that have patients with recurrent dreams. Within a few months, four patients recognize the man as a frequent presence in their own dreams. All the patients refer to him as THIS MAN.

From January 2006 until today, at least 2000 people have claimed they have seen this man in their dreams, in many cities all over the world: Los Angeles, Berlin, Sao Paulo, Tehran, Beijing, Rome, Barcelona, Stockholm, Paris, New Dehli, Moskow etc.

At the moment there is no ascertained relation or common trait among the people that have dreamed of seeing this man. Moreover, no living man has ever been recognized as resembling the man of the portrait by the people who have seen this man in their dreams.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Chaos Reigns

off to the san diego museum of contemporary art, then to bacchus to purchase some pinot, then to norma's for a filet mignon dinner and a dissertation on human nature, then to the ken to watch "antichrist" for the second time, followed by a midnight forum on munchausen syndrome by proxy.

should prove to be a convivial night.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Nights Like These

enjoyed some pinot noir tonight while discussing ancient astronaut theory, as the amplitude of fog crept around us.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

P.S.

last night i had a dream where i investigated murders.
on one case, the case of a murdered eight year old child, i uncovered a stamp on his lifeless tongue.

i took this dream as a sign and started writing letters to my childhood friends in order to keep our friendship alive.


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Under The Milky Way Tonight

midnight bike ride under the stars, pensive about the days of yore. what a great night.