1. The other day A. called out from the back-seat of the car, "I wish they would stop all those weird noises!" "There is nothing weird about Brahms," I told him, imagining he meant the stereo, but he said nothing to that and a moment later came, "And I wish they would stop all those weird voices talking to me all the time!"
"When do you these voices talk to you?" I asked, somewhat alarmed.
"In the morning."
"You mean when you are waking up? You must mean dreams."
"No, I'm not asleep. Its at night and in the morning when I am lying in bed."
"Well, it is a kind of dream. You think you're awake, but you're not. You're between dreaming and waking." I could not resist telling him these are hypnogogic states, but even to him I am sure that made no impression.
2. Here is A.'s latest toy:
(don't ask me why he's not nude)