Dreams may often be bizarre – but what was bizarre about this one is I almost
never have any dreams. I was walking a dog. I think it was my daughter's dog
Kayleigh, somewhere (like most dreams the memories are fragmentary) and
then I was taking some post cards out of a box to show someone, and when I came
to put them back the box had vanished. A wild search followed, should I call the
police, should I tell the university authorities, and where was Kayleigh?
London Bus with Picture Post Advert |
However the subject of the dream really didn't matter. As a child I had vivid
nightmares of a huge monster which prowled the streets and could eat you up. For
anyone who lived in London during the war they would have taken the “monster”
for granted, but as a 5 year old who had been brought up in rural Somerset I had
never seen a double decker bus before – much less one with huge eyes. Perhaps
this experience, at a formative stage, “convinced” my brain that dreaming (at
least with visual images) was something to be avoided.
So
why did I dream last night? It could have been that I took more exercise than
usual (a 2 mile walk to the swimming pool (40 lengths) followed immediately by
half a mile to the supermarket and half an hour pushing a trolley. Well I was
tired but I don't think that was the main cause.
I
think it was far more likely to be connected with writing the post
The Evolution of Intelligence – from Neural
Nets to Language. I have been
trying to come up with an acceptable draft for months because that was so much I
could say, and so many ways of saying it, and there was no way I could fit
everything into one text, especially if I tried to anticipate every question
people might have. As a result the post was a compromise and there were many
areas which were relevant to the model which I had to leave out, including
saying anything about dreaming.
One topic I left out entirely was
the subject of dreams – and their role in the development of the brain. Anyone
who has seen a sleeping dog's limbs twitch as if it was hunting will think,
almost certainly correctly, that it is dreaming. There is good evidence that
there are cross connections in the brain between different sections and I
started to discuss this in a previous draft in which I was, suggesting that if
the brain received a HUNGER
signal
into the short term
memory it would
match up statements in the
long term memory
which would activate the
FOOD
memode
which would look for a
FOOD
signal.
This process could involve
memodes
associated with sight which might start visually looking for food.
Let us imaging a person or an animal thinking
about a tasty meal, either for real or in a dream. How far dies the brain
imaging the site, smell or taste of it? And how much does this vary between
individuals, of whatever species. Maybe I am exceptional in rarely having any
dreams with a visual content. What I do know is that I have problems - compares
with some other people about "thinking" colours.
When my daughter
Belinda died I was diagnosed with
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and discussions suggested that at the
time I aborted the CODIL research and left academic life I was also suffering
PTSD following the earlier death of my daughter
Lucy. The relevant fact is that I was given counselling and after a few
sessions it became clear that the was a problem. The counsellor was expecting me
to think "blue" as a colour when all that came to the front of my mind was the
word "blue". Definitely I have never dreamed in colour, and I didn't last night.
The important thing to realise is that different
brains will model their environments in different ways, and that even when
people speech the same language, the internal representations in the brain may
differ widely.
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