Odd parallel with a Martian dream last summer.
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Today’s dream: I was attending an arts fair. Noticed an old lady selling typewritten manuscripts about her experience with Martians, who taught her their system of government called optothecy. I told her I was curious and asked to hear more. “Well now, that will cost you a dollar.” “Gladly!” “Okay, now we’ve got a session.” She sat down in a chair, closed her eyes, and started to tell about the system.
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I’m trying to adjust to the change in medication ordered by the doctor to fix the atrocious allergic reaction. Not easy, but it has to be done.
A dream gave a new direction. In the dream I was part of a team going to Mars, of all damn things. Spaceflight isn’t one of my interests, so it’s not a reference to something I’ve been reading or thinking. The dream is telling me to treat this change as an adventure, not a threat.
The word ootsy was prominent. One team member was frustrating and someone else said “She makes me feel ootsy.” Later a door was hard to get through, and I thought “this feels ootsy”.
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Ootsy sounds like a colloquial or anglicized version of the technical optothecy. Still, ootsy is a better coinage. The meaning ascribed to it matches its sound. Optothecy would mean a system based on storing eyes, or maybe storing the process of seeing. I guess an arts fair could be an optotheque, but it doesn’t make sense as a system of government.
Strrreeeetttccching the parallel beyond the breaking point… An arts fair is an exhibition of talents. Natural Law says that society or government must make the best use of everyone’s talents and skills.
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