"Ричард Фейнман. Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!/Вы, конечно, шутите, мистер Фейнман! (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

Uh wugga wuh. Uh wugga wuh.
Uh wugga wugga wugga.
I wugga wuh uh wugga wuh
Uh wugga wugga wugga.

"Aha!" I say. "That's my theme!" I honestly didn't recognize it until
the end.
After I had written the theme I continued to be curious, and I kept
practicing this watching myself as I went to sleep. One night, while I was
having a dream, I realized I was observing myself in the dream. I had gotten
all the way down, into the sleep itself!
In the first part of the dream I'm on top of a train and we're
approaching a tunnel. I get scared, pull myself down, and we go into the
tunnel - whoosh! I say to myself, "So you can get the feeling of fear, and
you can hear the sound change when you go into the tunnel."
I also noticed that I could see colors. Some people had said that you
dream in black and white, but no, I was dreaming in color.
By this time I was inside one of the train cars, and I can feel the
train lurching about. I say to myself, "So you can get kinesthetic feelings
in a dream." I walk with some difficulty down to the end of the car, and I
see a big window, like a store window. Behind it there are - not
mannequins, but three live girls in bathing suits, and they look pretty
good!
I continue walking into the next car, hanging onto the straps overhead
as I go, when I say to myself, "Hey! It would be interesting to get excited
- sexually - so I think I'll go back into the other car." I discovered
that I could turn around, and walk back through the train - I could control
the direction of my dream. I get back to the car with the special window,
and I see three old guys playing violins - but they turned back into girls!
So I could modify the direction of my dream, but not perfectly.
Well, I began to get excited, intellectually as well as sexually,
saying things like, "Wow! It's working!" and I woke up.
I made some other observations while dreaming. Apart from always asking
myself, "Am I really dreaming in color?" I wondered, "How accurately do you
see something?"
The next time I had a dream, there was a girl lying in tall grass, and
she had red hair. I tried to see if I could see each hair. You know how
there's a little area of color just where the sun is reflecting - the
diffraction effect, I could see that! I could see each hair as sharp as you
want: perfect vision!
Another time I had a dream in which a thumbtack was stuck in a
doorframe. I see the tack, run my fingers down the doorframe, and I feel the
tack. So the "seeing department" arid the "feeling department" of the brain
seem to be connected. Then I say to myself, Could it be that they don't have
to be connected? I look at the doorframe again, and there's no thumbtack. I
run my finger down the doorframe, and I feel the tack!
Another time I'm dreaming and I hear "knock-knock; knock-knock."
Something was happening in the dream that made this knocking fit, but not
perfectly - it seemed sort of foreign. I thought: "Absolutely guaranteed