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[Mascaro at humnet.ucla.edu]

Dear Rick, or Moxie is it?

Not sure if you were insulting me or not, and if so , why.  If what I wrote 
sounded like a "warm draft of air coming from a window to another dimension" 
or some such, then how would we describe what you wrote?  I guess one of the 
dangers of being lucid since 6th grade is that it sorta wears off after a 
while, huh?  But I'm really happy you've been lucid since 6th grade, 
dreaming or otherwise, and your dog too . . .

Anyway I was just trying to defend VINELAND against someone else's warm 
drafty windowlike charge of LAXNESS.  A got a few posts generally more or 
less agreeable.  But I do think that the closest ontological categorty to 
which GR might signify is "dream."  This stems from my own sense of what the 
ending is all about. and the the idea of a film being played in reverse. And 
also on that beautiful phenomenon of semi-sleep:  you're asleep and 
dreaming; the real telephone by your bed begins to ring;  in your dream, 
time suddenly stops, spins, and your dream narrative deftly reconstructs 
itself to encompass a ringing telephone, which is suddenly a part of your 
dream, and the interface . . . you turn dreaming to the dreamphone, and your 
eyes open to the real one by your bed.  This might be what happens when that 
reversed screaming comes across the sky (reversed in that the rocket's 
already landed, right?).

Arfarf fella,

John Mascaro
("You were expectink maybe Lessie?")