Lucid Waking

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About Lucid Waking

When I was younger, I wanted the latest things that I didn’t have. Not having a sibling, I wanted what my parents had gotten, specifically my dad. He had a blog and I sort of wanted a website for my own, too. It was fun to have and visit and see all the pretty colors. So we set one up using Earthlink’s free service. Thus, Brianna’s World was born.

At first, Brianna’s World was nothing but pretty colors and it remained that way for a long time as I refined my tastes and wants in website. Pretty soon, I had so much to say, I had two fully employed websites that I started trying to justify to myself, as well as the world. That was when the first “About” page was published as I went on about Plato’s world of ideas. But Plato’s world of ideas didn’t really fit: Brianna’s world was not about my unconscious or perfection. Eventually I realized that this website was just for me to have something I could call my own. Something I could metaphorically post up on the refrigerator under the “look what I colored” magnetic clip.

I had set up my own blog, too, in my father’s wake. I had called it Shades of Pink and later, Lucid Waking after a word play on Lucid Dreaming. For practicality reasons, it was easy to type in and unique if you googled it. By the time Lucid Waking had its own address, I was stuck with it and utterly clueless as to why Lucid Waking. I had tried to explain it using the dictionary definitions or as a variant on its sister term, lucid dreaming. Although logical, it didn’t really fit for me.

Again, I went back to the drawing board and tried and answer the elusive question: Why Lucid Waking? I could back out and say: I don’t know. But it’s my website and I do know…somewhere. Lucid Waking is about as logical as its competing name (which I had considered calling this site) Labyrinthine Dreaming. The latter seemed more logical to me, but what I write or draw on Lucid Waking is not dreamt although it may be quite a labyrinth. I do not think my writing (or practicing) is a clear statement on the world we have today. I do not think I fully understand how the world works and want to publish my philosophies to help guide others. Lucid Waking is not implying that the waking world is clear any more than Labyrinthine Dreaming implies that the dreaming world is befuddled. I had no idea why I kept with Lucid Waking.

Perhaps, it was because I try to create reason by starting with my own world. I try very hard to make the waking world, not reality, a lucid and logical place. Lucid Waking for me, is my own, and perhaps doesn’t need an explanation. So Why Lucid Waking? Because it’s easy to type.

How things Work:

When you click on a page, the links bar disappears. To visit another page, click on “Lucid Waking” at the top (the tan title) and you’ll go back to my home page. This will take you to square one and you can visit somewhere else. If you want to go back to a gallery, there is a link on the bottom for you to go back.

Positive comments or constructive criticism are welcome on any pages comments are allowed. Currently this is just Blog, Art Portfolio, and Photography. You can also comment on individual art pieces by clicking the thumbnail to see comments and make it larger. Any comments I do not approve of will be deleted.

Kindness will be appreciated and awarded. Rudeness is a just a weak man’s way of seeming strong. Don’t test my patience. Any questions; drop me a line.

About Me

Little Miss Bri sat on her knee
eating some cottage cheese
Along came a spider who sat down beside her and said:
“Gimme some please.”

Little Miss Bri got up from her knee and exclaimed:
“How rude!
“To sneek up like that, you nasty little brat!”
And then she squished the dude.

~Tannish

I live on the planet Earth and I am old, getting older every year. My mother is a Luddite and my father has a website here, which you can read if you are a liberal like us (you can also read it if you’re not a liberal, but don’t leave any nasty comments). I love all 3 of my cats, my tea garden and my grandmother who is lovely, stubborn, and wise. I speak French at the elementary level and I am 12.5% Romanian, 25% Irish, 12.5% Polish, 25% Danish, and 25% Russian. I can dance on pointe (on my toes), wiggle my nose like a rabbit, and do the splits when I feel like it. I also am a developing make-up artist and amateur photographer. My favorite candy is Snickers and I hate onions. If you want to know any more, feel free to visit my DeviantArt site.

I like to write, draw, play bass and piano, and dance. I am a complete renaissance woman living in the wrong time. I’m not one of those melodramatic teenagers that writes about death and how horrible their life is. I’m not that pessimistic and egotistical. I am, however, someone who turns to creative writing as a blanket to comfort me under my social mask. Similarly, my artwork is not a social statement of the times, but just a little bit of the color, uniqueness, and illusions life offers. I like to see things differently than other people and look on the brighter side of life. Dance for me is a way to act and I love filling in different roles according to different music. I’m an avid theater go-er and would love nothing more than to be on stage and work backstage because I love it so much. However, I chose to take the path of a musician and I work at presenting beauty through sounds. I don’t like modern music for that reason…it is random and ugly at times. I make exceptions for works written in the twentieth century with order and grace.

As far as my beliefs go, I try to stay away from the darker sides of society. I believe that everything should be equal and fair. It won’t be due to human nature, but that doesn’t mean we should forgo kindness due to other prejudices. I believe girls and boys should be able to do whatever they want to do and not be ridiculed. As a bass player, I am essentially stepping into a man’s world. But I think that it’s important to feel comfortable for anyone to be able to do what they want. I’ve gotten teased for wanting to take autoshop because it’s a class that only boys take. I think that it’s wrong society has standards for boys and girls and if they don’t fit those standards, there is something wrong with them. My beliefs also span the realm of this planet we call home. Some problems don’t fix themselves. Like dirty laundry, messy room, dusty shelves…that sort of thing. Therefore, you’re constantly cleaning your house to make it presentable. Then you walk outside and there’s dust, dirty water and air, and garbage everywhere and you go, “oh what a lovely day!” And stroll through completely ignoring the fact that you are living in a great big run-down house. The air conditioning is broken, you’re running out of goods and yet, we’re content to sit in our crumbling house pretending that we’re the sultan. You can tell where I sit on the subject. Come on, we have some cleaning to do.