Reading and Listening List:

The Lakhovsky Multiple Wave Oscillator

A Midsummer Nights Dream (1935)

Research Question

Can a recursive feedback loop between dream documentation and experimental music production and synthesis techniques produce changes in dream content and the resulting technical sonic landscape over time?

The Phase Shift Oscillator:

• Phase 0deg: Control tracks
• Phase 45deg: Your own dream-derived compositions

Observe:evresbO

• Dream imagery
• Recurring architecture
• Emotions, states of being
• Sonic and sensorial interactions
• Person appearance, who and of what relation
• Musical ideas that emerge after the wake state
• Lucid dreaming

Controls

• Listening time (for example, 30 minutes to an hour before sleep), 3 times a week as the 3oror Trifecta Trimin Dreaming Triangle Copper Ground. Twice without copper, and once with copper underneath your pillow.
• Dream log format: HTML Journal
• Time between waking and writing. The mind must be clear; the room must be quiet.

Procedure

1. Collect research information and finalize the experiment. ✓2026073011:42PMEST
2. Create, compose, finalize, and listen to your control tracks for two weeks, starting July 30th, 2026.
3. Listen to one track 30 minutes to an hour before you sleep, in darkness. The sound is the last sensorial interaction with your phone or computer before sleep.
4. Sleep. On these chosen days, try to listen only to the tracks in this playlist, or related research material.
5. Immediately record the dream upon waking.
6. Log dreams and development in the HTML Journal. Note copper influence and log when there are no dreams.
7. Extract visual, emotional, and sensorial elements.
8. Compose music from those elements in the days in-between.
9. Collect and research samples, compositions, synthesis techniques, readings, and listenings in the days in-between.
10. Replace or add that composition to the listening list.
11. Repeat 3 times per week until December 1st, 2026.
12. Collect all recordings and compose the content into a tape of up to 90 minutes.
13. Release the tape on the RealMoreReal label.

Log

2026-08-16

I had a dream there was a dj radio station basement with 3 pretty jank turntable setups that we were trying to throw an after party at, and there was an electrotherapy device that would shock your head with around 20 static shocks and transport you into another world. You would wait for the lamp on the outside to turn white, as it charged the lamp would glow red.

2026-08-13

Sometimes I have dreams about survival of the fittest to the death games I’ve been placed in. I remeber one about a school/concert hall where me and my friends were trying to escape a huge fire that had engulfed the whole building, and a man/demon of the sorts was walking towards me in the hallway next to the rehearsal rooms in the basement of the place. And this event had altered the state of the outside world, which had now been an apocalyptic landscape.

I remeber another dream playing a sort of game like dark souls or bioshock where I had been moving through levels in an underground waterway tunnel, trying to escape, kill enemies and not fall into rushing water. These rushing water dreams are most likely inspired by my reoccurring dreams of endless tubular brightly lit waterslides as a child, always ending in a wade slow moving water, or in the opposite, a damn with rushing water into a endless pit downwards. These pits would lead to the waterways again, a continuous cycle. Tubular architecture, tubular acoustics.

A reoccurring place ide often try to reach or show people in dreams was a maze far far underground, abandoned but a very organic architecture, like a mine shaft with no exit, and no railways, dark and endless, sometimes intersecting with a network of metal piping and a hidden society, infinitely tall and shooting out of the top. A bright sky looms in the very far distance, I was very far away from home.

One time this dream intersected as a pathway of flowing water a city had to wade through to escape a house fire, while fire trucks drove through the deep water, in the other direction towards the fire.

Another reoccurring dream I had involved spalunking through a tight hvac system to access a particularly interesting architectural chamfered corner of a government building , and walking through long white hallways as security followed.

I had also crawled through tight spaces to reach a portal that transported me anywhere in the world, a portal I was keeping secret. It would often lead me to a city, maybe Japan or Paris, or speculative Rome or Prague, full of overgrown plants around walking underpasses.

The Harvard word list is the representation of ACEDAMIA.

The balloon pop is the speculative gunshot.

The asmr is the sensorial overstimulation.

The phasing is the continuum, in its afropessimism, the inevitable, the no escape, the navigation.

Navigating through gesture is the performance.

The iterative drawings of the insomniac is the ritual cybernetic performance practice, again, with the same samples, a reorientation, a reorganization of the technological medium, its file structure and its operating system, with the same files, an embedded armature, a stack based programming language.

The nuns, into cats, into fairies, in their loins, as the speaker preaches.

2026-08-13

A long grey hallway in an apartment building, with a strip view of the courtyard. I was on my way to a party that I dint want to go to. I ran into Rem and Marg who were super excited to see me but I was only pretending, I wanted to go get food somewhere. There was an old man that was teaching me how to drive, he needed a pit stop but I left him anyway, I was trying to get to this Chinese food place with a ninja holding chopsticks lit up along the narrow roads with tall walls on each side. Eventually there was traffic and he caught up with me and joined me in the car. I didn’t end up eating for some reason, I ended up back inside, in a glass office building, deep inside and navigating my way outwards. I asked a gay man if he wanted to get pizza with me, but I was in too much of a Rush. When I reached the entrance there were a pool of people up and in front of the long steps, staring at the thunderstorm outside. I ran into the gay man there, again, but ignored him.
"A ballad for those corridors in darkness" was recorded aug 5th in thinking about corridors in dreams.
A couple of days ago I recorded, and today mastered "Glue the sheet" , also thinking about corridors. And They just showed up, long and tall in my dreams.
Last night i listened to tracks i made using ppooll and difference tones, but didnt have any dreams. Maybe the difference tones and puretone worship music is a clense of the dream state, and offers a clean mind. I may be interested in using this as the dream state pallete clenser.

2026-08-04

In a resort house where my grandmothers portrait appears in the reflection of all of the windows. I search a book store for book on how to design, that I had seen once there before as part of a box set of how black cover how to books, but only to find a cspan branded book on teaching, old and falling apart with high school level annotations. I was in trouble with Cata and was searching for a book that would help me apologize. I go to take a shower in one of the far bathrooms of the house, and while brushing my teeth realize the room was taking me away, through a train tunnel, I had accidentally pressed some elevator button. The next stop was miles away, the bathroom station pulled into a packed train platform, I was only in my towel. When I had gotten off there was a man laughing and I explained to him I pressed the next stop button in my bathroom and ended up here. He asked if I was alright or needed water and I said that I was fine, but he insisted I fill up his water bottle for him at a nearby fountain. The fountain was connected to some interior where there was a kitchen and a room I had been using for storage. It took me forever to fill this water bottle, the fountain had so many settings for different flavors and slushies and jello type things, I was always in the wrong set, and plain drinking water was labeled “aira.” A kid walks by exclaiming to his friends that the next train was in 2 minutes, as a maintenance cargo train passes by, blinking its bright white lights and ringing its deep sparse solemn bell. I finally fill the bottle, run into the room to see if I can grab anything to bring back with me, there was a backpack underneath piles and piles, that I really wanted but didn’t know if I could get to. I start to head back for the train.

2026-08-02

In an abandoned corner of an empty rooftop in a dismal town. One smiling torpedo, one witch and 3 hooded goblins. A miraculous display, the corner of a cube with yellow and green vines climbing the walls. A door with a purple light , led into a night club run by two old timers. In the back, a busy busy craft studio in preparation for a huge play, and someone I was looking for, from back at the camp site, where I left chi-chi, near that weird furnished abandoned house. These types of houses are nothing new to me, but they’re never above ground, orange and sun-dried. A maze centered around a spiral staircase in one corner. When it’s inevitable morphing into dark corridors, a door, steel and heavy, with some backwards playing prog rock distant, led to a room full of dull 3 foot dark grey frogs with indistinguishable tattoos, and Anne lied wired on a velvet throne with grey skin and green hair. She exclaimed she was completely normal, but figured out how to dye her skin and hair to appear to be from the plantets these looming frogs were from. The frogs wandered the room in no pattern, but in a grid.

2026-08-01

The unhappy magical daydream

2026-08-01

The lakhovsky multi-wave oscillator is the crystal matrix cybernetic interface for the copper coil around the walnut tree. In all its blessings and protection the copper grounding rod is the savior of peace and purity. The copper grounding rod purifies your electronics and gives thanks to the ground beneath your feet. The insomniac lies awake at night in a continuous stasis of being as the droning primes and squares create the difference tones of existence in the inevitably spherical probe beacon of the sacred sandwiched multivibrator oscillating pendants. What is your connection to the wired in this maddening sonder dopamine. Your voice is the dub echos of the steaming train horn and busts of white noise on strawberry donut tops. The sugar is the crystal matrix of lightning energy bowed like the wet Dax on sounder mornings. A breath of fresh air is the beat at 120 in all its esotericism. The code matrix keeps you safe in its binary and nonbinary undulating pulsar wavetables. The pure tone worship is the cacophonous generative freshwater faucet of the unknown lettuce. As vile sound as vomit and as sensual as touch the synthesis heals along the ridges of your spine, endlessly, again and again.

2026-07-31

I had a hard time sleeping because my sleep schedule is out of wack and I was so excited about this project and thinking about it that the first night was kind of random. I went to sleep around 2 or 3 and woke up around noon. I had a dream about a sculpture I think related to the Lakhovsky Multi-Wave Oscillator. It was a hollow plexiglass square about 3feet by 3 feet, with the hollow center diameter around 6 inches. The bottom section of the hollow square had a slanted speaker, the speaker wire wrapped along the left and right channel as thick copper wire or tubing, to the terminals at the top. The top of the square had gridded perforations on the left and right for audio to pass though. The whole square was held up by a lightweight wooden and metal structure, but the square itself is to be placed and hung. This sculpture seems similar to an idea I had during my undergrad thesis of a hanging reference shelf with books and speakers to play reference content during my research projects. Since this is just the research phase, I haven't seriously logged or tried to remember the other parts of this dream, but this form stood out to me.

2026-07-30

Experiment Beginning

This idea originated from a dream, where someone had recommended me to research a sound artist and researcher from the early women in electronic music era named ~Louise Broadman (closest to what I remembered fromm the dream.) Since this dream I have been writing and composing for this imaginary person and embodying her research proccesses. The first iteration of this research is in the form of the control tracks as the release Louise Broadman Suzakanna Electronique, forthcoming on Moon Villan Records. I already have a dream journal and have been looking for years for ways to sonify and realize the incredible architectures and senosral natures of my dream states. This project is one step along this journey. This is also partly inspired by Jan Jeleniks work as GES, and Romero Poriers work, particularly the release Off The Record.

Control Writing:

The crystal matrix is the dream state sonification of hugging cactus. In this breath of wind and cold hands, tingling under car headlights, the breeze of the forest leaves and warmth of the tube transport conduit. The discovery of a new afrosonic landscape is void of waterlillies. I feel a dirt underneath my fingertips. A new broken synthesis language bodes new words for these droning thoughts and elongated dreams. REM and lucid in this continuous autonomy the stretching of sound continues, continues. Dreadful and misaligned, the stars aim to solve these timelines.

There is nothing in this world but the droning silence, even in loudness time moves at the same long pace. You fill your days with activities, you could do this forever and it wouldn’t change the time it takes for a lotus to bloom. The nature waits for no one. Grass grows in silence, and we hear it as a swoosh of noise, listening for the ticking of time as the large blades stick to your sweaty skin on a hot summers day. I wish to dream, dreaming is the only thing that breaks this concrete structure of time. The non-linear space of the dream state. In my dreams I feel warmth, wetness, sound, touch, feel, color, emotion yelling at me. An entire sensorial universe. But the structure prevents the long stay. In a breath I’ve been woken up. I can listen to micro-house and pretend to dream, a paced moving tram along broken waters. I can pretend sound is hugging me from all sides, and I'm being transported far from reality. I can pretend dreamy marimbas are the soundtrack to the lillypads in their slow slow movement in still water, but I am too much weight to stand on one. It’s these magical places I wish to be forever. I have many things that can transport me there, but it’s always inevitable that I be rooted unfortunately in this droning stasis. There is no utopia, there is no dystopia. I can only long for the high of dysnomia in my dreams as Sonder glows in the passing days. Architects agree, there is no equal. What is your copper grounding rod to existence.

I am interested in the copper spiral around the stems of growing plants, as the copper grounding oscillating circuit antenna, regaining cellular equalibrium due to the oscillating circuit. The tuning should be influenced by ratios of just intonation, primes in the lineage of raga scales, and ratios of difference tones, tuned to squares of the 60 hz electrical ground hum, standing waves, and internal frequencies of the protected plant species.