Light and Sound

I've been giving a lot of thought for the past few days on the principles of light and sound. Sound is scientifically proven to be a set of frequencies. Humans can hear anything between the range of 20hz to 20khz usually, unless, of course, they have sustained hearing loss. All of these frequencies are measured at how fast they undulate, giving us the perception of different pitches of sound which travel at 761mph. Now, given all of these properties of sound, consider the bat. Bats emit supersonic frequencies which bounce off of objects and back into their ears, giving them an image of sorts of that object, a very precise image. We use the same technology in sonar for military or fishing use. I am convinced, however, that we use it a great deal more than we think.

The complexities of light are a mystery to scientists, but there are a few theories bouncing about. One of which is the theory that light is a supersonic frequency spectrum that cannot be heard and that supercedes the necessity to travel through molecules to be carried. That means that for a low frequency spectrum, we have our ears, but for a high frequency spectrum, we have our eyes. We can see it direct by looking at the sun (not a great idea) or we can see it by reflections off of surfaces. Now certain surfaces absorb some light frequencies and reflect others. This is how we distinguish color (through our rod and cone cell structures). Similarly, certain surfaces are more proned to passing some sound frequencies while limiting others. What's more, sound can cause certain surfaces to resonate sympathetically to that frequency, in some cases, causing that object to break. It's known that every molecular structure has a resonating point. Does light frequency cause resonation? I think that it does. Light is known to cause heat, but heat is nothing more than excitement of molecules, causing friction, causing heat. So what excites those molecules? I think that it is sympathetic resonation from light frequency, but unfortunately I don't currently have the means to prove it.

Whatever. It's a theory.

Today wasn't so bad though. I woke up to having one of my classes cancled, so that was nice. It was beautiful outside too. I did have a crazy dream last night though.

I was in Scotland living in a village during the 1500's. All of the villagers and I were sitting at a huge stone table and feasting. Some of my friends were present along with all of the girls I've ever really cared about (yes, it was even awkward in my dream). Suddenly one of the shepherds runs up out of the pine woods and out of breath. He informs us that just a few miles away rests a camp of British soldiers. We had heard rumors that the British were stealing farm lands and enslaving the people there as their peasants, but what were we to do? We had no weapons other than plows and pitchforks, "Not to mention" said the shepherd "they have five times as many men as we!" So all of the men of the village called to order and we deliberate what our plan of action would be. What were our choices? We either lay down and submit to slavery, or we march to our impeding death in the name of making a statement. It didn't turn out to be as difficult of a decision as some would think, so we gathered what little we had, said our last goodbyes to the women and children, and march off. I wasn't married, but I was in love with one of the girls there. I saw it from third person, the women lined up in the green foggy field near the long stone table all dressed in dirty peasants rags. The men marched slowly turned and started walking as if they were hauling on their shoulders the physical weight of their decision. I saw myself turn and look at her while still walking slowly. She was looking at me trying to hide her emotion, so I figured I might as well do likewise. It was honestly too late to care.

When we got closer we teamed up into groups of two. Matt and I linked up just before we reached the bridge to the forest where the troops had set up camp. As we started across the bridge I looked at Matt and I realized that one of us might not make it home alive if not both of us. My heart sank a few feet lower but my determination rose. Half way between the bridge, the men ahead of us began to split off on either side, and we followed to the right. There was thick, tall, yellowish grass on the bank that was layed down into trails where we all had run through. I then ran out into clearer woods where I could be seen while Matt stayed in the thick brush. There was a guard ahead wearing shiny chain mail and a rounded helmet with a nose guard. He had a red tabard on with a sword at his waist. He looked to be standing guard by a tent. I ran up and tried to distract him so that he wouldn't notice Matt running around the side. He drew his sword and began swinging wildly at me and I was dodging the best I could. Suddenly he swiftly thrust straight for my stomach. All I could think to do was to deflect the sword with the sacrifice of my arm, so I did and I was cut badly, but it gave Matt just enough time to sneak up behind him and twist his neck with a quick jerk. I took his sword from his dead hand and we entered the tent only to find their weapons supply. The other men soon arrived and were armed accordingly. Then I remember two young but rather strong looking guys approaching me asking for swords, but I had never seen them before.
"Give us those swords."
"No, why should I? I've never seen you before."
"We want to fight! Give us those swords!"
"Okay, I might if you can tell me what our grand table in the village is made of?"
"Stone granit."
(reluctantly)"Okay, I guess that's good enough for me."
The fighting soon broke to a head soon after that and Matt and I got split up. I killed a few soldiers before I found myself seperated from the entire group. I tried to find my way back, but when I got to the camp sight all I saw was destruction, but no bodies, not from either side. I heard yelling in the distance and I followed it, but I found the same thing. I then began to fear that the soldiers had made an advance on our village, so I ran back as fast as I could. I ran into the tent where all of the women and children were hiding, and there she was. She wouldn't even look at me. I couldn't tell if she was afraid of me being all covered in blood and breathing heavily, or if she was just trying to protect herself from the pain of it. Maybe she was ashamed of me? I didn't know.

At that point, I woke up for a second because I was seriously breathing heavily and my right fist was clenched tight around a sword that I obviously didn't have, but then I fell back asleep.

I re-entered the dream having realized that all of the other men were probably dead. The woman I cared about didn't seemingly want to see me anymore so I really had nothing left to do but finish what I started. I began walking towards the one last camp sight where there were soldiers, determined to fight until I died. I knew I would die, but I didn't really care anymore. That's when my alarm went off.

I've felt pretty weird all day because of that dream. Initially all of my senses were hightened and my heart rate was higher, but then I just felt sad after that. It seemed so real that I felt I needed time to mourn. I honestly almost cried when I heard a song about seeking freedom. I don't cry though, I just get really close to it and then nothing ever happens.

Anyways, I need my sleep. I wonder what will happen tonight? Peace and love