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JimmyMcForum
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| PLACEHOLDER FOR WHEN JIMMY STOPS BEING A TARD AND EMPLOYS HIS CONSIDERABLE READING COMPREHENSION SKILLS |
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Lovek
Joined: 21 Apr 2007
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Location: Kansas City
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| Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 12:49 pm Post subject: |
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| Econjen wrote: |
| Any ideas on things to try the finger on? |
The cats?
Just throwin' it out there.
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Dante
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Location: Chicago, IL
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| Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 1:35 pm Post subject: |
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| Lovek wrote: |
| Econjen wrote: |
| Any ideas on things to try the finger on? |
The cats?
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Must. Resist. All. Kinds. Of. Responses.
*explode* |
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Lovek
Joined: 21 Apr 2007
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| Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 1:40 pm Post subject: |
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So. Very. Wrong.
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Econjen
Joined: 11 Jan 2007
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Location: Giant Red Delicious
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| Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 1:44 pm Post subject: |
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Now I've got that old disco song "Strokin'" stuck in my head  Thanks, guys 
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Sinyx
Joined: 20 Apr 2007
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Location: Brooklyn, NY
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| Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 6:17 pm Post subject: |
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Don't make me sic the ASPCA on you Lovek. 
But anyway....
The cats would be a good idea. There's much more to them than we yet know. Sorry to get all metaphysical again (Cover your ears Art), but BA's dream world always reminds me of Lovecraft's dreamlands, a sort of Collective Unconscious visited through lucid dreaming. Really good dreamers can actually shift reality here or create new things out of midair. Of course there are permanent residents of this land, and some of them are the Cats. The Cats are intelligent and organized in a paramilitary tribal system. They communicate in a complex language that can be understood and spoken by dreamers.
Or can we have BA hold the finger and look at herself in a mirror? Her whole "The familiar purr. The sound we make." quote has me wondering exactly what BA is. What about the slicked back hair dude and his goons? |
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Jjason
Joined: 21 Apr 2007
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Location: Portland, OR
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| Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 11:02 pm Post subject: |
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I think we should finger as many things as we can. If each of us submits a dream in which she shows the finger to a different thing, we'll cover as much ground as possible and important things might rise to the top.
It'll be like what we did with the locations - we tried a whole bunch of different places but the casino ended up being a lot more prominant than anything else. And right after that we found that the casino represented Lucky5. So if we try exposing the finger to a whole bunch of things, and one thing gets more screen time than all the others, we can guess that'll be more important.
Anybody wanna call dibs on anything on particular?
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Biff
Joined: 22 Apr 2007
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| Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:05 am Post subject: bosque para los árboles |
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In an attempt to extract some information, I had previously submitted this dream:
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I had a dream that I was caving in the Appalachians with several people.
There was a terrible accident and they all disappeared. I went to set
up a memorial for them, but I couldn't remember their names. Then you
showed up with a list of names, but I woke up before I could read it.
Who was on the list? |
Of course, on the surface it would seem that it never made the cut, but if I project my presuppositions, I can take this CL entry and make it fit my theories about the missing cavers (et. al. assuming the caving incident only reflects the deaths of a known set of individuals and may just be a sampling of the total loss of life).
| Nostra-dumbass wrote: |
I hear a faint hum of Arabic and open my eyes. I'm surrounded by cats.
A dozen. More?
Pacing. Purring. Pawing at me.
Hovering above them, people. Whispering. |
Hovering above them, as if ghosts. As the floaty bit with your nick above your WoW avatar ...Whispering as if they are giving instructions to the cats? Trying to communicate? in Arablish? Is Arablish the language of "beyond"? Are these the people she has been looking for? Does each cat represent a "found other"? |
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Illuminant
Joined: 17 May 2007
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Location: Scotland
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| Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:23 am Post subject: |
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I thought I'd submit something straightforward this time:
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You sit for a moment to catch your breath, and Providence is suddenly there, standing by you in the darkness. In the madness. Staying with you.
He growls, low and threatening in the gloom - but not at you, at something that is approaching from the dark.
The cats.
They purr as they approach, and Providence growls again. He is suspicious. He wants to protect you.
You remove the finger from your bag, and cradle it gently, feeling its smooth surface, rolling it in your fingers.
What do you see? |
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WolfHawk
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Joined: 20 Apr 2007
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| Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:32 pm Post subject: |
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| Econjen wrote: |
Now I've got that old disco song "Strokin'" stuck in my head Thanks, guys |
Here, is this better? Billy Squire anyone?
"Now everybody have you heard If you're in the game, then the stroke's the word Don't take no rhythm, don't take no style Got a thirst for killin', grab your vile...
First you try to bed me you make my backbone slide But when you found you bled me-- skip on by...keep on---stroke me, stroke me {stroke} {stroke}"
| Econjen wrote: |
I'm trying to be more zen and less bitter - I'd like some better karma  Any ideas on things to try the finger on? |
Jen, hun, you DO realize you are just openi...er...leaving yourself wid...um...setting yourself up here!
| Dante wrote: |
Must. Resist. All. Kinds. Of. Responses.
*explode* |
And our good friend Dante steps right in it.
Quietly singing to self: Fingerbang bang bang bang bang I'm gunna fingerbang, bang you into my life. Girl, you like to fingerbang and it's alright.
Hey, what's that smell? * checking bottoms of shoes * Oh, yuck looks like I stepped in something. Wait, what? Huh? Oh, the finger, yeah, uh, what to use the finger on. *smacks self*
Um well we could tell BA to go ah, no, no, that's not right. Uhhh ,how about we finger a corpse? Or, we could give it to the drummer? Play one of the drums with it? Hold it before us in the dark cave hoping for the light of Eärendil? Touch it to one of the "spheres of light" the casino machines turned into? Try using it to enter the asylum and free the magician? Maybe one of us could pickpocket it from her purse and see what happens? Hold it while we quote the arablish? Have her touch it to her forehead in the "third eye" location?
Those are my suggestions. Well, at least those I could share here 
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Dav Flamerock
Joined: 27 Apr 2007
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Location: East Bay, CA
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| Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 10:00 pm Post subject: |
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Hey. Here's a dream that I actually had, that I just sent in. We shall see if it gets used.
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I am in a huge hangar-like building on a mountainside, surrounded by working people. Apparently something immensely important happened here, and everyone is working their hardest to uncover some secret. The inside of the hangar is covered with old plaster and ancient paint. There is no floor besides the dirt and rocks. Outside are bushes and fenced areas forming a mountainside. The hangar has an open doorway large enough to fit a tank through and the vegetation outside are fenced around.
We are searching for symbols. Chrysopterons have been found all over the site. A chrysopteron looks like a circle with four spokes coming out at regular points, leaving the upper left area of the circle untouched. The four lines are connected by a circle inside the other circle that runs from the top line to just beyond the last one, turning back on itself as it nears the untouched area and forming another circle inside. There is a single unbroken circle inside everything.
Anyway, these chrysopterons have been found all over the place and we are tearing the place apart to find more and to find out why it has a deeper meaning. I am engaging in an interactive mystery right now and the chrysopteron signifies that something is part of the mystery. Something happens to the wall in front of me and a giant chrysopteron is revealed, made out of paint and glued on. People begin to attack it to learn the truth behind it, but I go outside. My dog, led by my dog’s guardian, approach. Apparently someone has found a connection linking my dog to the mystery. He is not aggressive like he usually is but he is incredibly scared of all the foreign people. I go over to them because my dog’s mental health is more important to me than finding the answer to this mystery. Suddenly I wake up. |
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Econjen
Joined: 11 Jan 2007
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Location: Giant Red Delicious
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| Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 10:23 pm Post subject: |
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| WolfHawk wrote: |
| Quietly singing to self: Fingerbang bang bang bang bang I'm gunna fingerbang, bang you into my life. Girl, you like to fingerbang and it's alright. |
Is that Milli Vanilli?
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Biff
Joined: 22 Apr 2007
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| Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 11:19 pm Post subject: |
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Here's my submission:
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I dreamed that I had a magic finger of stone and wherever I pointed it, truth would be revealed. One day I waived it at an old lady selling cow-pie clocks and her true nature was revealed. Flush with my newfound power, I ran about the village waving the finger at things; A busker on a street corner beating on an overturned bucket, a statue of an angle... once acute, now long since worn to obtusitivity ( ), a Cheshire cat, speaking Spanglish, offering to trim the shrubbery flanking my gates: "all follaje hackoff extra, all follaje hackoff extra, no prolen, mang".....
All abstractions of their truth, all hiding behind a mask of obfuscation. |
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Y2Kveteran
Joined: 11 Jan 2007
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Location: Boulder, CO
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| Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 11:12 am Post subject: |
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As promised, even I called in a dream.
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| I break out of the surging crowd, and I am standing in front of a garage. You stand there staring at the crowd as it is becomes its own worst enemy. I try to purr at you, but the sound gets caught in my throat, a twisting pain that makes me raise my hands to my neck. Your eyes show your concern for me, the other cats brush up against me welcomingly as I struggle to breathe through the pain. I try to point at what I wanted to purr, and your eyes follow my finger to the garage door. You read what is written there, purr it out loud the way I wanted to but couldn’t. Maybe only I heard your purr but suddenly, my throat feels fine. |
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Sinyx
Joined: 20 Apr 2007
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Location: Brooklyn, NY
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| Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 11:36 pm Post subject: |
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Just for reference's sake, here's the dream I called in right before this last CL batch.
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I see you alone on the dark street corner outside the garage. You sense something near, but it's too late. A sweaty hand clasps about your mouth and thick arms hold you tight. You fight, but the goon easily drags you into the shadows of the locked garage. You notice as he clumsily grabs the lock and enters the combination. Within seconds you're dragged into the darkness of the garage. The sound of cats yowling fills the air behind you.
It's pitch black as you're shoved into the hard chair. Instantly the lights click on, and you see that you've been seated before the the man with the slicked back hair. No one moves; the only sound is your own blood rushing through your head and the faint sound of the angry cats growing louder as they claw at the garage. The goons grab for your bag and you clutch tightly. Your vision blurs, the yowls rise in ferocity. Your hand slips inside your bag and once again you reach for the finger.
With a deafening roar, the door falls and the windows break in. Hundreds of cats burst forth in waves, leaping at your kidnappers. The men scream as they are swarmed and ripped to shreds with sharp claws and piercing fangs. You look up, grasping the finger tightly. Behind the attack you see him. The man in the mask. His golden robes shimmer in the darkness as he watches the chaos, smiling. As he turns to leave he tosses you a coin, which you grab. Bronze. On one side an image of a cat. The words "Seeing... B.A. Saint-Feline". Flipping it over you see a strange symbol that looks alike a broken pentagram with a flame between two squiggles. Perhaps a symbolic eye? You rise to follow after the golden robed man. |
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