The Portrait of Zool

LET IT OUT BABY! (Seriously - gotta be something cathartic in that. ) ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

I remember now! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Yeesh, I'm gonna have to get with it - my record is being threatened... ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

One of my best friends is a newlywed, having been married last year. He is almost 20 years older than her, and now she is - pregnant! She is a professional woman, while he is a retired university professor. The plan is for her to work, and him to be home with the child. So you see, there are many parental permutations in the new century. I myself am a father, and a grandfather! My children live with their mother since our divorce, and I only see them on the holidays and the summer. The grandchildren are my daughter-in-law's, and so I likewise only see them on visits. So you see, there are again many more parental possibilites! While I think traditional families are grand, I do not think that it is necessarily a handicap for children to be in a 'shared' situation. This gives them many more opportunities to experience things that would be difficult to find in one place. The truly sad situation is when children are left to raise themselves. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

LOL! Adventures in Mundania! Lots of effort, no fun, but man does it feel good when it stops hurting! I'm with you on the hypoglycemia - I have to east something every few hours. I NEVER would have made it 20! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

With all the trouble I have had concentrating on any writing projects, I have decided to try to recycle some of my older projects, filling them out into real stories. It's much better than nothing - wish me luck, and... Good Luck! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Those do seem to assure a quick death. Very good. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

I was looking this up JUST THE OTHER NIGHT! One of my favorites. I do not know if HTML has been disabled for the the forum or not, but I think with it disabled formatting (HTML tags are converted to 'ezcode' which does not support colors I don't think) only goes so far. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Great warfare visual! You should be writing background for an RP game - or more! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

That is good. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

LOL! Well said Rezure. I suppose all I can add is; What are we, in the end, if not a cool story of our own making? Good luck on your finals. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Wow Brute, that is a very detailed dream. I really do not think I will be able to extract a specific meaning, but I will 'break it down' as best I am able, and then maybe you will be able to correlate it with other events in your life. Snakes can have nearly opposite meanings. There is the biblical snake, who is an agent of evil. In the rest of the world though, the snake is a symbol of renewal. You would really have to supply an entire dream to try to establish a context for the snake in your particular paradyme, and the meaning in a particular dream. I should have something for you by the end of tomorrow. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Peredhil31 IRC; (Quit (Sleep - and perchance to dream (and have it explained by Zoolio)) There it is folks! Peredhil as good as promises to give me his next dream for my analysis! I can't wait!! To be fair I'll give the dream I had last night. But first; *Zool slaps Rezure with Freud's cigar* "How DARE you call me a Freudian! READ the post! Jungian! Jungian!" Zool feels much better. "Also, just because I can't do calculus doesn't mean I doubt that it exists." My dream; In this dream I am eager to move into my new house. I am driving a twisted road through green foothills. I go down into a flat desert. It is a neighborhood of spacious tract homes. None of them are finished, including mine. As I drive toward it I begin to wonder how I am going to turn on the power - I could do it, but I am afraid that the unfinished homes will spark a fire because of exposed wiring. Then I find myself moving in. It is rather odd. Though a pretty, peaceful place, many of the walls and furnishings are incomplete. After I take up occupancy in the house there comes an entourage of people which I can best describe as 'the neighborhood'. Some of the neighbors come by, and begin to help unload the boxes. Everyone is smiling, though there are a few looks of concern at the open signs of construction. I go to the store to buy something to BBQ. On the way back I get lost. It seems that at this phase of construction, every house looks alike. I drive for many miles, looking at identicle houses, unable to distuinguish one from another. Finally, I see people I recognise, and they wave me in. Once back home, I am in the back yard trying to BBQ dinner for everybody. Lights are on in the home, but my concern is for the fire I am cooking with. I am sitting in a lawn chair with a hose. Every minute or so, the fire somehow spreads to the sparse dry (it is green, but burns easily) vegetation that covers the desert floor. Each time it does, I put it out with the hose, keeping the fire to the one open fire-pit. Everyone goes on helping inside. Have fun! _____________ ~Zool~ Growth is NOT funny! Well, usually...

The key to reading any dream is in decoding the meanings of the various elements. Once one has a context set by the elements the meaning of the various actions will usually become evident. Well, actually, it is of course not that easy. Many dreams can have multiple meanings, and there are usually multiple ways of reading a dream. A dream may reveal a mental wounding, or may have been caused by something you had for dinner - the same question is valid, however - What is it that is wounding you? I have had a dream that took me 4 years to decode. The meaning was obvious, in hindsight, and it was an important dream, which I had thought at the time because it was so strong, so vivid. Flying dreams are common, though the more realistic and vivid dreams can run into the realm of lucid dreaming or so-called OOBEs (Out Of Body Experiences). It is hotly debated what these experiences really are, wether they indicate the existance of a spiritual realm or if they are just strong imaginations. There are good arguments on either side, but from the dream analyst perspective it is less important what dreams may say about the world, and much more important what the dreams say about the dreamer. Brute, or anyone, if you really want another opinion about what your dreams may mean, you may ask me here or email me the dream and I will email it back. I must warn you though, I am no expert, I've just done a bit of reading on it. Also, I have no choice but to take a dream at face value according to exactly what you've written down. It is quite likely I will be totally wrong on some counts - but that's okay. The point of the exercise isn't for me to divine truth, it is to explore possible relationships about yourself and your life from your dreams through dialog and alternate opinion. I would be glad to help in whatever small way I can. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Yes Hydrus, a skull is symbolic of impending death, but a misshapen skull has a different twist, if I may say so. Rez, I do believe that the mind, in it's sleeping mode, strings contextual clues to subconscious desires and concerns. I suppose you might call me a Jungian. I really can't go as far as he did, stating concretely the metaphysical aspects behind dream archtypes, though I am at a loss to explain any other way the conclusions of his research.

Zool grins broadly, presenting Gwaihir with a misshapen box with newspaper sloppily covering most of it. "Happy B-day!" He smiles broadly and takes the gift. *RiiiiiP!* "Zool, you... Shouldn't have? What am I gonna do with a long gray Santa Clause Beard?" "It's for the Elder that has everything - else." *The party goes on. Zool is left in the corner tied up and gagged securely with a long fuzzy white cord with ear hooks at one end...* ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

The book and sceptre often symbolize law, expectation or demand. A misshapen person or skull can represent the psyche. I of course have no way of placing context for the rest. Very interesting dream! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

I want to know more about the man. The story draws you in... ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

One night, as I and the rubber chicken were strolling along merrily in the moonlight, a most hideous creature suddenly jumped out of the brush. He was 7 feet tall, covered with feathers, and had a razor sharp scimitar beak. And a c0ck's comb. He also walked kind of funny, but it didn't take any of the threat out of the bloodthirsty look in his beady little eyes or his screeching "C0ck-a-doodle-doooooooooooooooo!" at the moon. I froze in my tracks, paralyzed with fear, certain I was about to be shredded when suddenly the rubber chicken leaped to my rescue! Don't ask me how, but he single wingedly managed to scare the beast away. Unfortunately he got a nasty gash from the creatures wicked beak. I took him home, and with a tire patch kit I was able to fix him up pretty good, but mysteriously he didn't get better right away. That day he had a terrible fever, and flopped around like a wet noodle, nearly melting. Spot, my cat, was unfortunately frisky and usually frollicked with the rubber chicken endlessly. It took me two hours to remove rubber from fur without removing fur from cat. That night he was much better, indicating that he felt good as new in fact! So, we decided to go for a walk. It was another creepy night. The clouds mottled the starry sky as the moon rose over Mt. Ain. Suddenly something terrible came over the rubber chicken, and he inflated to horrible proportions! What was he? A deathraft? An S&M rubber maid? A testament to the foibles of family planning from 'Son of Godzilla'? As the moon went behind a cloud and he shrank back to normal size it suddenly all came clear. My poor dear friend had been bitten by a Werechicken. Only one question remained; Which came first, the Werechicken or the Wereomellette? My mind grasped feebly for any rational answer. Was it the Werechicken that layed the egg that became the Wereomellette that gave sustenance to the primordial Werechicken farmer who raised the...? There was no easy answer. I ran for my life. The next day the rubber chicken finally dragged himself home. I confronted him. The 11:00 news had told the whole story, which was far FAR too horrible to repeat here. To my further shock and horror the rubber chicken demanded that I melt him down to release him from the curse of the Werechicken. I steadfastly refused, saying we would travel the world, searching for a cure. I was not altogether surprised however to find a note later that day saying 'goodbye cruel world'. I arrived at the recycling center too late, and watched helplessly as he dove into the vat of molten rubber. I was highly perturbed. It was just one month later that I was sadly eating a midnight picnic supper under a full moon in the forest , thinking of my long lost friend, when I opened my new tupperware bowl of chicken salad and it leaped out of my hand! "What was this?" I asked, "Bad leftovers?" But then I knew - it was rubber chicken reincarnated! Unfortunately, being melted down had not broken the curse - so now he was weretupperware. But I didn't care, my friend was back. I was so happy. I keep him packed full of rubber bugs in a dark corner of my refrigerator. He is peaceful enough as long as I don't forget NEVER to take him out on full moon nights, though when I say be careful what you open in my refrigerator, I mean it. And that is the end of my story, but not quite. The other night I was out in my broccoli patch, and for a moment I thought I saw something huge and looming, reaching toward me menacingly. But as I turned my head the moon had gone behind a cloud, and all I saw was - broccoli. I don't know if it really was the curse again, but I am ringing my garden with broccolibane, just in case... ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know. Edited by: Zool47 at: 4/9/02 10:22:04 am

Beautiful. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Ah! The miraculous from the mundane! The world is your oy... Err, sandwich! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

So you say, Pered, so you say... ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

"Okay boys, look like you're having a lot of fun, but don't have any." ~Lawrence Welk to his orchestra before playing one night ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Ah - A declaration of creativity! I love it! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Great storytelling LOTG. I want to see MORE!! Welcome. I hope you can find a home here at the Pen. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.