NationStates Jolt Archive

In my vision I awake to find myself in the state of Indiana, only, with a tremendous amount of shock on my part, I discover that I am just a few hundred feet away from the ocean. The Pacific Ocean. So I do what I'd naturally do, figure out what the hell is going on. I come across a group of people trembling in fear and muttering amongst themselves. They speak of a great god from the ocean to whom all but the chosen must sacrifice themselves. They openly mention his name: Cthulu. I promptly proclaim them fools and demand that they recognize that Cthulu is the mythical invention of H.P. Lovecraft. They ignore me.

I decide to travel a ways, and I find a Jetski, and ride that. I eventually arrive at a house where some of the refugees from the deluge had taken shelter. They too tremble in the name of Cthulu, and once again I insist on my logic that Cthulu isn't real and just a fictional creation of H.P. Lovecraft. A girl with short, bleach blonde hair comes up to me, and in an attempt to persuade me of her beliefs in Cthulu, she seduces me, and it would have worked (the seduction, not the convincing) but for a tragic case of E.D. (dammit!) After the failed seduction I take a couple of drinks of some sort of liquor. And dither around for a few minutes doing nothing in particular when...

When all of a sudden a side of the house rips off, and this is when I go into St. John of Patmos mode. I somehow become independent, almost an observer of what happens. The people in the house, stand, zombie-like and walk out the side of the house. I watch, I see millions upon millions of people [i]walking on water[/] into the mouth of what I suddenly realize can be nothing other than Cthulu! I watch as the entire population of the world is devoured by Cthulu save for a few tens of thousands of individuals. Clearly they must be the chosen, for they have all been assembled in one place: The Indiana University Football Stadium. And of course myself watching, acting independent of all this, and not under the sway of Cthulu.

Cthulu comes ashore and starts moving towards the stadium, for what purpose, I don't know, for he never gets there. I confront him and challenge him...

At which point my alarm clock went off.

This has got to be one of the greatest dreams ever. And it will come true just as soon as the Invisible Pink Unicorn and the Flying Spaghetti Monster join forces to revive Cthulu!

What did you take to induce that dream?

I want some

What did you take to induce that dream?

I want some
Two Hefeweizen beers and a glass of Meade. Not to mention some trail bologna and swiss cheese.

Two Hefeweizen beers and a glass of Meade. Not to mention some trail bologna and swiss cheese.

my cousin O.D.ed on that once

my cousin O.D.ed on that once
Meade is potent shit, the alcohol content is way up there.

Bologna?

Ew. Only losers eat bologna.

Two Hefeweizen beers and a glass of Meade. Not to mention some trail bologna and swiss cheese.

Yummy

In my vision I awake to find myself in the state of Indiana, only, with a tremendous amount of shock on my part, I discover that I am just a few hundred feet away from the ocean. The Pacific Ocean. So I do what I'd naturally do, figure out what the hell is going on. I come across a group of people trembling in fear and muttering amongst themselves. They speak of a great god from the ocean to whom all but the chosen must sacrifice themselves. They openly mention his name: Cthulu. I promptly proclaim them fools and demand that they recognize that Cthulu is the mythical invention of H.P. Lovecraft. They ignore me.

I decide to travel a ways, and I find a Jetski, and ride that. I eventually arrive at a house where some of the refugees from the deluge had taken shelter. They too tremble in the name of Cthulu, and once again I insist on my logic that Cthulu isn't real and just a fictional creation of H.P. Lovecraft. A girl with short, bleach blonde hair comes up to me, and in an attempt to persuade me of her beliefs in Cthulu, she seduces me, and it would have worked (the seduction, not the convincing) but for a tragic case of E.D. (dammit!) After the failed seduction I take a couple of drinks of some sort of liquor. And dither around for a few minutes doing nothing in particular when...

When all of a sudden a side of the house rips off, and this is when I go into St. John of Patmos mode. I somehow become independent, almost an observer of what happens. The people in the house, stand, zombie-like and walk out the side of the house. I watch, I see millions upon millions of people [i]walking on water[/] into the mouth of what I suddenly realize can be nothing other than Cthulu! I watch as the entire population of the world is devoured by Cthulu save for a few tens of thousands of individuals. Clearly they must be the chosen, for they have all been assembled in one place: The Indiana University Football Stadium. And of course myself watching, acting independent of all this, and not under the sway of Cthulu.

Cthulu comes ashore and starts moving towards the stadium, for what purpose, I don't know, for he never gets there. I confront him and challenge him...

At which point my alarm clock went off.

This has got to be one of the greatest dreams ever. And it will come true just as soon as the Invisible Pink Unicorn and the Flying Spaghetti Monster join forces to revive Cthulu!

Nah. You need to interpret it better. This is clearly representitive of the fact that you are sexually repressed, and that a giant marshmallow will soon devour your soul.

Part Freudian, part insane. All convoluted.

Hey, Cthulhu exists in my cosmology! I''m a pantheistic solipsist, which means that all gods and concepts ever concieved do exist somewhere. I've developed that further to say that these gods and places' ability to effect our universe depends entirely on how many people believe in them.

For that matter, so do the IPU and FSM in some world far removed from ours.

Clearly they must be the chosen, for they have all been assembled in one place: The Indiana University Football Stadium. And here I thought the chosen in Indiana only assmbled in basketball stadiums. :p

Hey, Cthulhu exists in my cosmology! I''m a pantheistic solipsist, which means that all gods and concepts ever concieved do exist somewhere. I've developed that further to say that these gods and places' ability to effect our universe depends entirely on how many people believe in them.

For that matter, so do the IPU and FSM in some world far removed from ours.
solipsism-

1. An epistemological position that one's own perceptions are the only things that can be known with certainty. The nature of the external world — that is, the source of one's perceptions — therefore cannot be conclusively known; it may not even exist. This is also called external world skepticism.
2. A metaphysical belief that nothing beyond oneself and one's internal experiences does in fact exist, and that all objects, people, etc, that one experiences are merely parts of one's own mind.


I'm not sure how slapping Pantheistic in front makes it mean what you say it does, But I'm cool with that.

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I'm not sure how slapping Pantheistic in front makes it mean what you say it does, But I'm cool with that.

Robert Heinlein came up with the term.;)

I'm not sure how it means what it does, but it rolls off the tounge a lot better than constantly explaining my beliefs at every turn.