When I was a watchkeeper on nightshift in various earth stations around the globe, the brain would have a hard time coping with the constant noise of airconditioners and equipment cooling-fans. When things were quiet I’d sit back in the chair at the control console and let Brain do its thing… I heard music and conversations like a badly tuned radio while the gray cells tried to make sense out of the noise. Really rather cool, actually. I used to have the most astonishingly vivid dreams after a night shift on the stations, must’ve been the ‘sensory deprivation’ or something.
Working security some years ago, I used to pull night shifts at places that had a lot of background noise like that…starts to sound like there’s a radio on somewhere in the building.
Creepy, eh? Electric fans or the wind rushing over the rearview mirror when I’m driving will do that to me. Can’t quite pull the station in to clearly hear what’s being said … probably just an ad. :roll:
sometimes when I’m half-awake but still half in a dream, I’ll hear music, sometimes in dreams I hear songs in detail I didn’t know I was capable of remembering, as if I were listening to a radio.
Thankfully I don’t have any weird hallucinations when I’m actually awake. That could get annoying.
-Its true “Small World” is a clinging piece of musical irritation, like “Hamster Dance”. The pseudo-“Small World” dolls in Shrek 2 reduced me to a laughing lump, proof I’m easily amused. Does this mean I’m “lumpen” as in lumpenproletariat? Laughing lumps of the world, unite!
-Just where do those hamsters learn dance anyway, Hamsterdam?
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