Saturday, August 26, 2017
Talk like clock, talk like dice
Lately I've been noticing that the dream-scripter seems to have its own world and its own knowledge base. Its outlook on life is Insatiable and extrovert, and it knows a persistent set of people and places that I've never seen.
This morning the scripter tried to prove that it knows my life. A dream located in a place vaguely resembling Spokane, in a winter like last winter with two feet of unwalkable mountainous ice everywhere. The scripter even included a bus.
But the imposture failed when the scripter tried to offer me some technical assistance. The technical assistance was aimed to help a day-trading gambler, not a thrifty Natural Law Populist who prays daily for a 500 megaton cataclysm to remove NYC and all of its demonic appurtenances from the earth.
Advice: "All you need to trade successfully is a clock and a pair of dice. The clock gives you a link to the regular periodic part of the universe, and the dice give you a link to the random side. You can't use a computer random generator because it's just as periodic as the clock."
It's an interesting piece of advice to be sure. And there's no way it could have been a direct audio input from my bedtime OTR playlist; I know all of those shows, and none of them come anywhere near that subject.
But it's advice to the wrong sucker.
Sorry, scripter, close but too much cigar.
Labels: Natural law = Sharia law, TMI
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