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[hummingwolf]

So I was concerned with the things I've been so concerned about--can I find a job, how will I eat, will I ever find true happiness in this vale of tears--all the usual mundane concerns. But in the dream there was a difference: it was all a game, I knew it was a game, and I had a pretty good idea what some of the rules were. So I could make jokes with the other players in the treehouse as I took my game piece and plotted my next move, free from worry about how it would all turn out because, after all, it was a game we were all playing, it was meant to be fun.

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[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

You know how many points you're getting? I don't even know if I was earning any points at all. One of the goals of the game was to figure out what the rules were, and I'd only figured out a few. I was having fun, though.

[hai-kah-uhk.livejournal.com]

Well, this being a metaphor and all, I don't actually know how many points I'm getting. But I have a feeling I'm doing all right. It just feels like a personal best. Of course, the definition of "personal" is a bit fuzzy (remember that thing about currents? The me that's me now isn't exactly the me that was me before or after) but this certainly isn't the first time I've done this, nor was it the last.

The rules aren't hard to ascertain. I bet you know a lot more of them than you think you do. There are some neat ones, like the ability to be in only one place at one time (extremely useful in its own way) and communication by linguistics, with all of its freedoms and limitations. I got lucky and learned my goal before the end of the game, so I can see how I'm doing with pretty good clarity. But I'll probably unlearn it one of these days. What this means in the long run is probably irrelevant.