Teeth of The "Useless"

My friend recently brought up my "soulmate dream," and asked if I recognized the one who I ultimately assigned in that role, or if she was vague at the time. This is a surprisingly insightful question, and the answer is that the blonde woman who I was there with was vague, and seemed to intentionally create a position, available since that dream, in my mind. This role was filled on first sight, years later, and was kept occupied by her exclusively for years (10+). 

Even more interestingly, the young woman I was with when I fell back asleep was not vague, but rather exactly precise. I met her in the dream about a week before meeting her here in my waking world. I knew it was her right away upon seeing her in the waking world as well, in the way that facial recognition generally works, this time from dream to waking- I wasn't even uncertain regarding the context in which I first met her, knowing at the time, and even to this day, that I had adventured with her in a dream, before meeting or even seeing her in the waking world.

I have thought recently that certain quests require a party of a particular makeup. For the strictest and most treacherous of these quests, they don't even become conceivable until the party makeup is satisfied. Perhaps that is why I conceive of having four daughters specifically (1 upping Job, in that category), and they have appeared and anchored over the years, despite never having such things in mind at the outset. Perhaps that is why there are now 10 wives in my group, and each one was entirely unexpected, though they essentially came in waves of 8 and 2. Again, I never had such a polygamous structure in mind, but now realize that it matches with every King represented in The Bible. 

Ultimately, what difference should it make to anyone what a random guy without any fame or recognition to speak of imagines as his home image, anyway? What difference should it make to me if it makes a difference to any silent unauthorized observer with an opinion to wave around like some kind of flag? If The Bard's Clock is useless, as it appears to be, why not just imagine it stopping in its tracks? I imagine that I have the party to restart it, and imagine was all I did to start it to begin with, so it's all the same to me and mine. 

I imagine that, if this is a concerted effort to make me feel powerless while stealing my power, the understanding of how lightly I write this message will bring sheer terror. Then again, perhaps I am just a madman in a box, as society has claimed. I intend to find out, by shrugging off the whole matter today (Read: any day I feel like it).

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