We somehow accept that dogs are animals but not ourselves. I think it’s a sliding scale.

My old dog Buddy crawls into bed with us at night sometimes. No matter what, his dreams always involve some type of chase. We can follow along in a way but really, can only imagine the scene that takes place. In life, when he see’s another animal he chases it. He isn’t supposed to and I don’t want him to but he does and it doesn’t stop when he is sleeping.

I, on the other hand really only experience a total lack of control while in a dream. It just takes off on it’s own.

It’s an impossible form that we as humans are expected to maintain, resisting temptation and towing the line as we do. I want to do something when I get the urge. I don’t do it most of the time and I am not sure if it’s a point of pride or shame. What do you think?

I taught another welding class at Vicious cycles. I have been welding for a long time and have developed habits and patterns that make the job easier. I learned these gradually as I came to terms with the 8,000 degree arc temperature and potentially fatal doses of industrial electricity wrapped in a rubber tube that lay across your lap and I knew the first time I did it,  it  isn’t natural to play with fire or even electricity though it makes me tingle.

Here are some photos of students overcoming their natural fear of fire along with the tendency to bite anyone who presents an element of danger.  We only do that in our dreams. Don’t we.