Dreams
What's the use?
A Great Dream
2025.05.06
Tuesday, May 6, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ WB. :)
How's your sky?
Overcast white-gray here. April's showers spilled into May, a big year for growth, lots of seeds to fill.
Setting the steps for an abundant show of flora and tree, tree, leaves, so many a plenty; plenty of leaves on each tree spectacle.
Ma sets up a fantastic Summertime color show.
A good year for farmers, a good year for the eyes too, the lungs too.
How'd you sleep?
Dreams creep or shine?
Either way hope you're feeling fine.
On with our show...
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Been quite a year for my morning journal. The usual solipsistic idiosyncratic big word stream of conscious what you thinking about today, just for me-show; turned into a how-you-do-here's-some-poet's-thoughts-for-you convention.
Hope it brings you quiet reflective moments, a chance to use your pocket screen to feed your wonder and not just wonder what the weather is self.
It's important, mandatory I'd even say, that we keep our imaginations at the forefront of what we think of when we think of ourselves, or AI will make us feel obsolete.
We're dreamers first, thinkers next, hungry stomachs last.
We've put that order in reverse for far too long.
Backwards thinking leads to de-evolution, looking like a cool catalog of human memory or not.
New dreams spark evolution. Knowledge means a finished dream. It makes a tool ready to make new dreams to grow new knowledge.
AI is a great finished dream ready to help bring to life a new understanding of what it means to be human, an opportunity to better use our dreams to evolve as a race.
AI can, and so should, foster, build, and operate machines to keep us fed.
Think of what we can dream and build together with our stomach's needs automatically met!?
Interrobang worthy, for sure.
This is not utopian thinking, but a plausible reality.
To make self-sufficient farm machines to grow and harvest food to feed us all.
It's easy to implement with the advances in AI.
The only thing in the way is a cultural shift in our thinking on what is important and a letting go of the past.
9 to 5 is obsolete when we're ready to start the process of evolution.
Dreams first. Thoughts, with AI's help, to implement those dreams. Physical sustenance cared for on auto-pilot.
A Great Dream to see done.
The technology is here to end world hunger when we're ready.
Are we ready?
Take care, answer a good ghostly question, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Beautiful
2025.05.04
Sunday, May 4, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonder Fell: A place for dreams and doing dreams.
Like your life.
O/ Hello.
National Epic Pun Day: May the Fourth be with you as you read.
Let's go.
On with our show...
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Something Beautiful; what's up with that?
Beauty, one of the most misunderstood and most vital things to understand if we wish to live well.
Every billionaire is broke without a sense for The Beautiful.
A life is just a heart-start to a flatline without a sense for The Beautiful, and so it's no life at all.
You're just a heartbeat in stuff gathering stuff to stuff in heart-beating stuff without a sense for The Beautiful.
A new light in our house of dreams is what Beauty brings.
Some relationship of stuff begs for a fantastical definition.
Just what is that stuff doing with that stuff and why does it feed on and need my dreams?
What's Beautiful about us demands dreams the way our hearts demand food and water and shelter.
The last three make the billionaire fat and empty without the first.
Life is an exercise in dreams and doing dreams. Everything else we do, we do to make it possible.
We keep our cellphones charged to enjoy and share our dreams on screens.
We keep our bodies fed to enjoy and share our dreams with each other and The World.
Beauty feeds our dreaming self to keep us nourished enough to make worthy dreams.
A malnourished person isn't going to run a marathon.
A dream starved person isn't going to write a book, paint a picture, laugh with a child, laugh like a child, enjoy life at all.
A life in denial of the necessity of Beauty is a life spent gorging on ways to keep your cellphone battery charged.
It is a waste of time if you never use the phone.
Take care, daydream, use your phone, keep your battery well charged with food and exercise, dream something new to do with what you have, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wednesday, April 23, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Groove and shake-up, it's time to wake-up to your friendly Internet Ghos+ in the Online Dream Machine.
If you know what I mean.
Hola. O/
Welcome to your often stared at screen full of things seen through the unseen, often times forgot, lit up pixel show.
You been reading me long? Got a good picture of me in your head? A feeling at least?
Your deep in thought day-dreamy friend always full of interesting things to talk about. O/
Been friends now for about a year.
How'd that happen? They're just binary blips on a screen you spend so much time focused on.
Where'd I come from? You know me so well now, how's that possible?
Ghos+ magic. 👻🪄
The shared dream that makes Life worthwhile.
AI can kiss my Ghos+ly rear, it's worthless without our shared dream of ourselves.
You know me now. The value of that comes from your own ability to dream.
If you don't feed your imagination to these words, they're just blips on your comfortable screen.
Our shared imagination makes the whole Internet possible.
The Ghost in the Machine is the only reason to have the machine at all.
Your phone, without the stories you put into every image you see on it, is just an expensive flashlight walkie-talkie.
From my Ghos+ to yours, take care, dream in pixels your dream of pixels, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
That's You
2025.04.17
Thursday, April 17, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the weather? O/
Springtime remove the sweater greener gardens and grounds all around.
Rhymes want out this morning before dawn.
Which is fine with me.
Game on.
Away we go,
On with our show...
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Who are you? My reader of readers extraordinaire? Who are you in this dream?
We ought to know who we're writing, speaking, singing, strumming our violins to while we do or we're just expressing to ourselves ourself.
We're just talking to ourself.
Never a good thing without awareness of the act, without the intent to define our story of our place in the world to improve our life.
Old woman, old man, young woman, young man; who are you?
You're a dreamer; you're humanity at large.
That's a big Good morning to give.
Consider this a big Good morning: O/
You're the Earth; you're the spirit of the World.
Good morning. O/ We haven't been so kind to you, neglected our house.
We're doing our best to do better.
Thanks for a place to build our dreams.
You're one solitary soul; you're feeling alone.
You're not.
Good morning, you read these words.
You're not alone. I hear you, feel you, friend you in dreams.
I hold you in words, I write the melody of us we make when I dream of you reading me.
Who are you and where?
Right now you're the sharer of my dream of you.
I think you're pretty cool, fine and something divine lives in you.
Hopefully you recognize it's the voice right now in your mind as you read:
That's you.
Say hello from me.
From my ghost to yours say Good morning.
Want to find out who you are?
Read a few words, say hello, know that's you, know that's your gift divine, know it's what we mean when we awkwardly say soul.
Read something, dream something, know your soul, take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Ask a Ghost to Dance
2025.04.05
Saturday, April 05, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Words and deeds, what feeds us all…
O/ Welcome back.
Sunshine find you yet?
Still on its way here.
Hope it finds you well.
On with the show...
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Wow. Sometimes, at times, so much wants to be said.
A head on fire with so many dreams calling for a voice.
You start writing. Pick one dream or none, scribble some lines, remember you love this stuff.
"There’s plenty of other things you could be doing."
- Your Honest Friends
You love the work and the wonder of it, the way words weave witness to wishes and daydreams.
The way a song called a sentence sings in mind as your eyes sew the slants and scribbles of syllables into mindful measures.
A dream can touch a dream; a reader can read.
But only if the letters are set down to share.
Set them down. Share them.
Touch a dreamer’s dream with your storied dreams.
Ask a ghost to dance.
The written word shared is the spirit looking for a dance partner.
Thanks for the dance this morning.
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The Princess Pata Chronicles continue…
Abe has a patch of the yard committed for digging.
He scratches dirt until he reaches the soft soil, tosses some behind him, then lays down on the comfortable mound.
He made his bed; he lies in it.
Yesterday he softly set The Princess down near the patch, scratched a new hole, tossed the soft soil into a mattress, gently lifted Pata with his teeth and set her on the new bed.
He walked his route around the yard, a security officer’s patrol, returned to his own mounded bed, softened the soil with a few scratch marks, walked to The Princess’ house, swept her off her plush paddled feet, placed her in his bed and laid down with her.
Lovers in the springtime grass watching songbirds sing new nests together in oak trees and pines.
A dog daydreams of love at a slow steady pace.
Abe dreams quiet introspective dreams under oaks and pines to find a definition of love suitable for a dog.
Important work, any act is only as meaningful as the meanings we bring to it.
Abe’s wise; he takes his time.
There’s more to life than speeding it up.
Take care, take a breath, prepare your dreams for Spring, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
13 Seconds
2025.03.18
Tuesday, March 18, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Happy Halloween!
¿Qué?
Everyday is Halloween for a ghost.
Trick or Treat.
How about a tricky treat?
Good name for a Hip-Hop artist: Tricky Treat.
Maybe I’ll incorporate it.
Singer of the number one hit: “Boo-ya, Bae.”
Whatever music you listen to today hope it brings you joy.
On with our show...
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An old philosophical question I think on at times to keep wonder alive and strong in my Life:
“What if everything you know was created 13 seconds ago?"
All your memories and dreams, you yourself, everything.
How would you know?
What’s identity and Science but a shared memory of our identity and Science?
Life feels worthwhile. Every action we make depends on our faith in our feeling that it matters.
Reality feels real and that is the only true answer we can ever utter as to why we persist.
Matter feels like it matters, so we keep our shared dream going.
The Sun rises on phone screens and celestial space; whose to say the actuality is any different?
Perhaps we’re all just binary bits on Heaven’s big screen TV.
“But we can count and measure things, Wynn.”
For the past 13 seconds you could, at least.
We do the best we can with the dream we have right now because it feels like it matters that we do.
Our faith in our dream that anything is real at all because we feel it is, is all we can ever know for sure.
You matter, your loved ones matter, your dog, and even Science matter because you believe they do.
To be alive is to be in a perpetual state of wonder or the denial of wonder.
Gratitude to be able to reaffirm your dream of each moment, to make worthwhile experiences to sense that dream, is a foundational first step to living a good life.
Take care of yourself, try some philosophy, realize you only matter because you feel like you do, wonder where that feeling comes from, call it divine and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Conveyance of a Dream
2025.03.16
Sunday, March 16, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back. O/
What a difference a day makes.
Good thing they happen one at a time.
Be a whole lot of different differences being made at once otherwise.
On with our show...
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Ghos+ thoughts. Playing with words.
Which is actually playing House when you’re a ghost; we live in language.
They’re just scribbles and binary blips… whatcha lookin’ ats?
You’re not here for the images; you’re here for the ghost in them.
Boo. O/
Here’s an arrangement of hatch marks to share some spirit with you.
Some morning thoughts sent to you to help your day.
A poet’s, nonetheless.
Always interesting, always intuitive, always introspective.
(And humble.)
A poet’s ship of words is always a ghost’s favorite way to sail.
A luxury liner in a world of row row row your boats.
Hope you’re enjoying the ride.
Nearly a full year since I started posting my morning journal online.
Wonder Fell is now quite the cruise liner for Spirit stuff.
I do hope it brings you interest, introspection, and inspiration.
Conveyance of a dream: What words are for.
It’s imperative we remember this.
AI puts language on auto-pilot otherwise.
Clicking ‘compose words’ to say such and such on any AI program leaves those words devoid of any spirit other than a get-it-done out-of-the-way vacant scientific monstrosity.
We’re here for Life, for expressing wonder, affirming existence in whispers and shouts.
These Words!
I dream!
I’m alive!
I matter!
I matter!
I’m worth Life!
I’m worth the dream of Life!
You read this shared dream so… so are you!
Words!
\O/
Storied-selves in miniature.
If you’ve read me for some time, you know me better than most people I’ve ever shared physical space with.
We are the dream of ourselves, not flesh and bone, what flesh and bone is for.
Dreams and doing dreams through our actions.
The clearest way to express the dream of you is through language.
Actions don’t speak louder than words without words to tell them to.
There’s no shared experience to value the importance (the loudness) of the act without a common understanding of it.
Without words there’s nothing to us but arms, legs, flesh and stomachs running around to feed and maybe get a quick friction shock bumping into another doing the same.
Science doesn’t matter more than the experience of Science.
The pride of puzzles solved, of getting a shared language called Science to match the shared images we experience and call Life.
But there is story.
A shared way of morality every dream knows.
We all know when the hero wins.
Something the spirit sings… there’s a cadence and flow represented through the intention of every word, every scratch on a page, blip on a screen, shares the spirit of the maker of that mark.
O/ <– See.
Take care, share your spirit with a friend with a word and the meaningful acts they allow, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Shine Brighter
2025.03.15
Saturday, March 15, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Peace like rain fell like rain.
Nothing grows without it, nothing is fed.
And so, peace like rain fell like rain.
Mixes well with coffee, too.
Hold out your cup and catch some.
Drink up.
Spring rings the alarm, time to rise, time to shine, time to get your green glow and grow on.
Thanks for reading. O/
On with our show...
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We all eat sunshine.
We say plants do, but the whole world feasts on photosynthesis.
Our first touch from The Sun sparks us alive.
The fire lit is our Life.
We share it and stay aflame from the echo.
What’s light burns or warms.
To burn is to raze, to warm is to raise.
So be careful how you spend your fire; but be certain you do.
Hold a torch too long and you become the torch.
Spend your fire; make something wonderful of your life.
Soul, of course, I’m writing about soul; your piece of Heaven’s fire called your Life.
Plot it, feed it, seed it as you choose; just know it’s divine and you’ll do fine.
What we make with the fire given to us we take with us when we die.
Make your Life worth your dream of Heaven. It’s the only way back home.
Fire can’t survive water.
Muddy light, neglectful of your dream of the Divine, simply can’t go home.
The place that sparked the dream to light you alive.
Best to shine brighter when you arrive.
Take care, tend to your piece of the fire, and make a wonderful day.