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Last night, we were working on identifying a patron for the Wild Hare Samhain ritual, and having some difficulty deciding who to ask for help... the deities that seem obvious for the work are not-so-good for the season and the time of day, and so on, which is the problem you have being polytheistic. Monotheists have it easy.

So I thought, well, I'll sleep on it, and see if anything useful surfaces from the subconscious. That actually does happen often enough to make it a reasonable course of action. Except really, not, this time. Or at least, I don't think so. Here's what I did get:

We're in London, or maybe Baltimore. Somewhere with fog and row houses. It's clearly Samhain season, you can tell by the air and the general lack of light. It's a little Dark City out here, but that seems to not be alarming.

druidevo and I are preparing for some sort of pool party, in our row house (yeah, I know. It was a lot bigger on the inside.).

At some point, we're interrupted by our nemesis, as portrayed in this story by

jackbabalon23. (Now, I don't know this man in real life, and don't even really know what he looks like, but it's one of those moments in dream where you just know who someone is, even though they may be in a completely different bodies. I mean, I had a dream once in which

lexpendragon was portrayed by a koala bear in shades and a 2600 hat, but I still knew it was him. Anyway.) We have a long-standing animosity, and he perhaps lives in the house across the street. Relations have deteriorated to the point where he is coming over to start a fistfight with me for some reason.

druidevo picks up a shovel, with the intent to back me up in this fight (or just whack him with it before the fight has a chance to start, I don't know.)

Then, there is some sort of thing that happens with a car going down the road too fast. We never get to the fight, because suddenly all three of us have to deal with this car thing. We run down the street following the car. I think that we think it's going to crash and we're going to have to pull people out of the wreckage.

Because of the thing with the car, the situation changes, but I'm fuzzy on how it actually went down. The result is, though, that now we are friends with

jackbabalon23, and he is in our house, naked. I don't know if that's because I am or some other member of the household is sleeping with him (the household seems to be quite large, and mostly made up of Wild Hare people), or if he was injured in the car thing, and we were taking care of him, or what, but there he is, we're all community now, and he has no clothes. Also, he has acquired a sort of bronze-gold sheen to his skin, not like a tan, but like his skin was made partially of metal. We seem to think that's normal.

In the last sequence, he's telling us he has to go, and we are trying to convince him to stay. It doesn't work, and he tells us he has to go pick up a girl in Tahiti (or some similar Polynesian locale), and heads out the front door onto the street, still naked and trying to hold his hands in front of his bits so as not to get arrested.

kittenpants and I are watching his ass as he goes.

So tell me, does that answer my question? I don't think so, but there are enough elements of the question to make me think, well, maybe it does and I just can't figure it out. Perhaps

jackbabalon23 represents some other figure -- don't know. I do know that my subconscious has assigned him a very nice ass.

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My subconscious assigns him a nice ass, too. Devotion, piety, appreciation for fine asses. Those are virtues, right?

I just spent the last 5 minutes trying to assign 'appreciation for fine asses' to some traditional virtue. I think that's a sign that I'm taking life too seriously.

(I do think it comes under 'enthusiasm', though, which is on my list.)

"Pick up a girl in...some similar Polynesian locale." Pele, perhaps? Maybe you got your answer after all...[grin]

I hope not. Not that I have anything against Pele, but she's not who I would pick for this ritual on purpose. :)

*blushes* Ummm wow... my verbosity fails me, not sure what to say... but 'wow' just keeps popping up. I've never been anyones naked protagonist before.

I don't know if it helps any, but i'm told I have a vague resemblance to John Malkovich. Whether that's body language or facial features i'm not sure.

It is the sort of thing that makes me poke my brain with a stick and go, "Hey brain, what's that about? We don't know him that well!" Not that the brain usually responds, but it does sometimes arrange its little ridges into something like an untrustworthy smile.

So again, I apologize for pulling you into my story. And you did bear a certain resemblance to John Malkovich in the story as well, so I expect that's all right.

I know I should have something profound to say at this point, but I could swear "Naked Protagonist" was already on your calling card.

:)

I think we should all have that on our calling cards. Except for

malvito, who should get 'Naked Antagonist' instead, on account of how he would like that better. :)

::falling out with laughter now::

Maybe it could go on the flip side of the Pope card? Or does it need its own card?

I was going to make some new Pope cards anyway. I could add it to the rights of Popes on the back.

But it might be better as its own card.

You're right. Brilliant.

Somehow, I find your icon more disturbing than your dream. Oompa Loompas scare me.

I totally understand. I am generally afraid of midgets, myeslf. Which I'm sure is unkind and discriminatory, but there it is. (I'm not scared of Oompa-Loompas, though, and I'm not sure why. I mean, they should be more alarming than regular old garden-variety midgets, but the brain is a really weird thing.)

Monotheists have it easy. WE TOTALLY DO!

I was thinking about this the other day, reading yours and someone else's blogs... I tried to be Pagan for a while. It made sense. But:
1) there were no other Pagans around to commune with, or the ones I knew of were exclusive and not as "Pagan" as I'd hoped. They were more into the movie-style "Pagan" and ahh... well seemed silly and pretentious :(
2) Too much work! Remembering which God goes with what and the order of which spell? *faints*

I did this WalMart walkthrough of Religions and settled on d) none of the above for a few years. They're just too damned complicated.

HAH! Damned! :D
I kill me.

In the ending moments of my last dream, a man-sized Cthulhu was trying to slip into the keep I was guarding. Hidden under a cloak, he was among a group of refugees escaping from a bizarre swarm of flying beetles which consumed everything in their path. I caught the cloaked figure before he got in, and he ripped several people apart and tore off one of the keep doors before I gave up my left arm in order to stab him in his left eye. As he fell back, I slashed his tentacles and then ran him through. He didn't die, but fled clutching the ruin of his face.

The thing bit my damn arm off just above the elbow. The sensation is still painfully clear in my mind. Stupid brain.

No good. You may want to run some extra purifying juju through that arm; I know I always want the energetic equivalent of a good scrubbing after I touch that kind of energy.

I should have thought of this. Thanks for the clue by four. Not that I think the Cthuhlu was anything more than a fabrication of my overactive imagination, but doing a little energy work on the arm made it stop having phantom pains as though I'd really lost it. A solid 8 on the Weirdshitometer.

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