In My Head Psychology / Communication

Magical Photos and Videos

Why are photos and videos so magical? It’s because they perfectly reconstruct a point in our past that our memories no matter how good can not.

Our memories limit us to fragments of pictures or falsely reconstructed scenes based on our perception preferences. They allow us access to little segments of audio individual frames of a movie that is genuinely hard – and I’d argue almost impossible – to reconstruct accurately and to the same level of detail.

Not only does a video or a photo capture everything the way it was – it also captures and allows us to reconnect with the way we were feeling and our emotions at that point in time. This is such a powerful tool. A tool that can make us feel exactly how we want to feel at any moment of our lives – all we need do is change the images and videos in our minds to ones that make us feel the way we want and we truly have mastered our own emotions.

The power of this tool doesn’t end there – we can manipulate and strip characteristics off movies and photos that make us feel a certain way and apply them to other images and movies to make us feel the way we want when a given situation arises.

I have read a lot about NLP and its use of images, I never thought I’d figure out the reason why images, videos and sounds are so important to us.

Dreams In My Head Psychology / Communication

Another Dream

I had a really weird dream about surfing.

I was at a beach near my old home in Brighton. I was there to surf some big waves that had been reported to be breaking on the beach soon.

I got out on my surfboard and started to drift out to sea no matter how hard I tried to get back to shore, I just kept drifting back out to sea.

Eventually these big waves came along, the ones that were due to break, I decided that this was my only chance to get back to shore safely under my own force.

The first couple of waves got me somewhere back nearer to where I wanted to be the third wave however was much stronger than the first two and started to drag me under. I struggled and tried to resurface in the end though I lost and could feel myself starting to drown.

I then woke up and it was a few seconds before I realised I was actually able to breath and not be inhaling sea water.

I did have a cold at the time; that explains the not being able to breath properly – I’m finding it hard to decipher the meaning of the sea and the land.

I’m guessing the shore is something that I was trying to achieve, somewhere in my life I wanted to get to? Maybe the dream was meant as a message of “You’re trying too hard” to achieve whatever the shore represented.

Maybe the waves drowning me was a way of saying “you don’t actually want / need to get to get to the shore” or the likely hood of obtaining the shore is very small so don’t even try just relax and go with it!

In My Head Life


Choices when you look at them from a simplistic point of view are indeed very simple. You either do something or you don’t. Life then looks like a binary tree of choices. At each junction along the way we close one door, pass through the other closing it behind us and move toward our next junction; effectively snipping off a branch of the ‘might have been’ along the way.

This week I’ve had to make some pretty tough choices. I’ve had to close doors that I never really wanted to close and snip of branches of my ‘might have been’ to arrive here in the present.

Although the choices I have made have been tough I feel so much better having made them. I feel a sense of control that I’ve not really felt for a while.

I’m guessing if you pull far enough away from all your choices, your life starts to look a bit like all the veins in a leaf. I’m not exactly sure why but it makes me feel good inside to think my life is just a leaf, fluttering gently in the wind.

Thinking about it, the secret to a truly happy life is not to regret the doors you’ve closed or the pruning of the ‘might have been’ but to truly embrace the junctions you are at and give yourself fully to those decisions.

Over the next few days and weeks I’m going to try and do just that.

Dreams In My Head Psychology / Communication


Dreams are funny things. Some we remember, some we forget, some we actualise and some we let slip through our fingers.

Some dreams mean more to us than others, some dreams we share, some dreams we keep quiet secretly hoping for them to come true.

Some dreams tiptoe quietly past and sit silent until we pay them their due attention, others scream and shout until action is taken.

Our ability to dream and imagine sets us apart from most other species on this planet. Although other species dream we’re the only ones who realise the potential of dreaming and lucid imagination to change our selves and the world around us, this is because our mind cannot distinguish between a lucid imagination and reality.

Of course the map is not the territory, the world is not the way we perceive it to be – it is the way it is and we are but mere interpreters of the way it is.

The strangest things about dreams are the way they fade away so quickly after you wake up. When doing some research on dreams and lucid dreaming a while back I read one of the best techniques for remembering your dreams was to keep a notepad and by your bed and as soon as you wake up (within 2 minutes) write down what your dream was about.

I believe that dreams are alot like emotions. Each dream we have has a message to deliver. Some dreams the message will be obvious and others not so. The same is true of emotions sometimes when we feel sad for no particular reason we wonder what our mind and body are trying to say eventually we’ll get the message through other times though the reason for the way you’re feeling is entirely obvious.

I had a strange dream the other night. I was visiting a friend of mine in London, I don’t actually know who the person was but I had the sense that I knew them. We were on our way to the train station when we realised that one of the entrances of the station was locked and closed. There were three people outside the station. I asked one of them why the station was shut, he said something and told us to use the other entrance, he said he would show us the other entrance. As he guided us – he was behind us at this point I saw all three of us in third person, he drew a sword out of his jacket and stabbed me in the back. I can’t remember what happend much after that.

I guess the message behind this dream is something to do with connections (the train station)  that I was use to having in my life aren’t necessarily there any more and if there are things I need or want to achieve I will have to do this using alternative methods (the second entrance), which even may require me to alter the way I am now (that’s the death part).

Although I’m certain there’s a million and one way to interpret a dream, I think the person responsible for the dream is the only one who can really interpret and understand its full meaning.

In My Head


I’m laying here in bed contemplating time. How something can come out of nothing, into existence and then leave as quickly as it came.

How we can learn from the past mistakes of others and ourselves to change the present to alter the course of the future. It’s totally fascinating.

The more you think about it the more you realise that time isn’t just a flow of hours, minutes and seconds its much faster than that its a continuous flow of perception.

I’m of the opinion that time has to be perceived in order to manifest itself. With no one to perceive time then the world just keeps going round and round. Time is in the perception of the observer.

This is why we can’t see into the future because its something that is yet to be observed but we can see the past so clearly.

Even the idea that ones own self is in a constant state of flux is incredible – a person can redifne themselves at any point in there life and as many times. A persons ideological and belief structure is constantly changing and evolving as it comes into contact with new material that supports or contradicts existing attitudes and beliefs.

I doubt we’ll ever understand the true nature of time, why it exists, how it exists and where it comes from and goes too.

In My Head

Sorting Traffic

When driving, I let other traffic in; usually only cars that are newer than mine. This got me thinking – what if it was made law that you had to give way if a newer car was waiting?

People with OCD everywhere would rejoice knowing that slowly but surely the roads are transforming into some kind of order.

The banks would rejoice knowing that a nice big cash injection was on its way from people who don’t want to give way to others.

The environment would rejoice, assuming that newer cars were more environmentally friendly. This would be a great tactic if some new source of non polluting energy was found say magnetic or hydrogen cell.

The second hand car market would thrive, older dirtier cars being crushed and recycled.

The number of RTAs would go down because people would not only have to acknowledge a car but read its number plate too – leading to lower speeds and safer roads.

Of course this is all in my head – what an amazing place.