Uncle mu's Fantastical Whaling Adventures

[mu]

10-28-11

The gnome

A medieval puppet dances on a stage, drunk and merry.  It trips on its own feet, tips over, knocks a bottle of whiskey off a stool with its nose, and falls hanging upside-down from the front of the stage, dead.  On its face is the most perverse, wretched, frozen horror in the universe.  Time stands still that the universe may fully mock us.


The second gnome

I'm a prisoner among three others, in a strange house on a hill, kept in by a phantom warden.  The warden is completely psychotic, yet often takes the form of a kindly old sailor; to him I speak a great deal, while always secretly plotting escape.

One day the sailor seems so kindhearted that I express directly our intention to escape.  He calmly replies that we can not break free, as he is able to stand guard even when he sleeps.

I think about this for some time, and one day after breakfast, we just calmly walk out the door.

As we make our way down the hill, the excitement of freedom begins to take hold of us.  One man, unable to stop laughing, falls into a deep crack in the ground and breaks his neck.  Another flies into the sky and becomes a bird, but bursts into flame.

The last man and I make it into the town at the bottom of the hill.  It is only here that I begin to get uneasy, feel the urge to start running.  The other man holds out a book towards me, and taps it on his head, indicating he's certain of his liberation.

For my part, I think I will be able to blend in with the townspeople, and live out my days pretending to be one of them, in freedom.  I can feel the warden's presence up on the hill, as though it were a church bell, but it rings hollow.

[mu]

10-29-11

Love, hate, love

I love C and S.

I hate C and S.

I love C and S.

(Sure, there was more to it than that, but I can't remember.)

[Serenity]

The gnome

A medieval puppet dances on a stage, drunk and merry.  It trips on its own feet, tips over, knocks a bottle of whiskey off a stool with its nose, and falls hanging upside-down from the front of the stage, dead.  On its face is the most perverse, wretched, frozen horror in the universe.  Time stands still that the universe may fully mock us.

Oh my, that's terrifying. I hate the faces my dreams can sometimes conjure D: Although, I don't normally have to see faces. Usually, what I get are the most gut-wrenching and blood-curdling screams. It's horrible.

For my part, I think I will be able to blend in with the townspeople, and live out my days pretending to be one of them, in freedom.  I can feel the warden's presence up on the hill, as though it were a church bell, but it rings hollow.

Werewolf!

Just kidding, but this made me feel uneasy, too. Like... really unsettled.

[Kar]

10-29-11

Love, hate, love

I love C and S.

I hate C and S.

I love C and S.

(Sure, there was more to it than that, but I can't remember.)

Do "C" and "S" represent people?

[Serenity]

Do "C" and "S" represent people?

Or perhaps the reversal, or mirror image of his SC?

[mentalenforcer]

I like "the second gnome".  In order to maintain our freedom, we must imprison ourselves.

[mu]

Oh my, that's terrifying. I hate the faces my dreams can sometimes conjure D: Although, I don't normally have to see faces. Usually, what I get are the most gut-wrenching and blood-curdling screams. It's horrible.

It is, but it's sort of cool too.  I think I've got SC thoroughly beat in this respect; there's very little it can do to shock me anymore (except perhaps have us find mermaids on the moon or something.)

Werewolf!

Just kidding, but this made me feel uneasy, too. Like... really unsettled.

This was a good dream!  The warden and the other prisoners were all very nice, actually.

Do "C" and "S" represent people?

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Yes, they're initials.

Or perhaps the reversal, or mirror image of his SC?

  I didn't even realize that.  No, with SC it would just be the hate part. 

I like "the second gnome".  In order to maintain our freedom, we must imprison ourselves.

It was like that, but there was also this sense that it was the only thing really to do, or at least there wasn't anything better to do.

[mu]

10-30-11

Strange dreams

I'm in the strange house I grew up in.  Everything in and around it is always very vivid and magical in dreams--always slightly different, though never really changing, always in this way giving nameless pleasure.

It seems to be having a hard time existing at all now, and the rooms are open; walls are invisible to the outside day.  Ghosts of objects on tables float in sunlight, and I float on film-like floors.

But there's a very solid rug here on this part of the floor, and several more like it rolled against the wall.  I hear a garbled voice from within them.

Although I'm blissful from the dream's vividness, windiness, I'd like to have a room here; whenever I worry about this the voice calls out.  I unroll the rug that contains it; it's a shrunken, deformed thing with my father's head.  It orders me to build a room with the rugs, in the light and wind.

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Out in the back yard is a jungle.  Rhinos wander and sloths hang from trees.  Dogs chase them, or rather, the outline or form of dogs chase for a few moments, then blend into and become part of the trees.  Moments later they return from the trees in the opposite way.

I talk to a beautiful girl over the fence nearby; she must be the first girl I ever knew; we watch the jungle together.

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Children are playing tag on rolling hills.  The game is that one will suddenly collapse as dead, and slip into dark worlds, while the others watch, as if desperately searching for something.  No one really dies, but they want to see who comes closest.  Something is strange about them.

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My elderly great aunt calls to say that she and her brother have died.  She describes her confusion, and the delightful way the world seems to flow, never one second being the same.

[mu]

10-31-11
11-01-11
11-02-11

Recall or bust.

[mu]

11-03-11

Strange creature

I'm a small creature in a factory, climbing a wood pile.  I fall and cut myself on a small knife.

A long, train-like creature, perhaps a dragon, flies in through end of the factory along the ground, and out the other, and is long enough to stretch the entire length for a short time.  When it has gone, everything around seems to have been melted by it, even the air; the very space no longer seems ordinary.  Still a small creature, I go to examine all that was affected.

An author has lost his pen in here, and now I see him searching for it.  I lunge for his throat and tear it out.

[Sunshine]

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[iadr]

I'm a small creature in a factory, climbing a wood pile.  I fall and cut myself on a small knife.
An author has lost his pen in here, and now I see him searching for it.  I lunge for his throat and tear it out.

Sounds like some of the insects that we have here in Florida.

[DrTechnical]

Yeah, I have the same exact question as Moonbeam. After all, no one seems to want to write out DrTechnical. No way they are writing out your new login. You're going to have to help us with this one.

[Kar]

  What should we call you now, mu...., I mean TDFNAM?

Can I still call you "Uncle Mu" or are you "Uncle TheDeF NAM" (which would turn into "Uncle TheD")?

[Sunshine]

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