On the origin of Leprechauns; Mirrors.

[Glenn Scheper]

The other morning, I saw a toothpick wrapper
on the stairway, and thought to pick it up,
and thought to discard it at my desk. But
I heard, subliminally, to deposit it in the
trash container in the restroom; Then to go
to the mirror, and ask yourself, "What are
you doing here?"

So I went into the restroom, looked in the
mirror, and, having analyzed the bodily
implications of the words in that phrase:
"What", an object indexed by the anus, an
impersonal indexical, and "Here", the mouth
itself, a personal indexical; And, using my
theory of two bodily circuits (anus-breast
and mouth-genital), considered: How can one
do "what" "here", and looking at my partly
open neckline, I pulled my shirt further
open and stared at my male breasts in the
mirror, and said to my own reflection:

    "What are you doing here?"

Then I went on to work on WordsEx, but even
with much sleep, and caffeine tablets in me,
I had to nap an hour, and I dreamt:

Not like I can recall all of this dream, but
there is a detail that I can summarize after:

I was driving our PT, and turned too sharp
entering a campus, with many luscious ladies
walking about, and a post scraped its paint.
(the post = the implied toothpick?)

I parked the damaged car in a building, and
rode my bicycle....  When I returned to where
the car was parked, I saw instead an old man
sitting at his desk, reminding me of the star
counter in _Le Petit Prince_. Perhaps it was
a body shop guy. Perhaps it was me at work.

I went outside, to where my bicycle was....
And remembering something, went back into the
building, but now by a front door, and all I
found was a small room with a lot of cubicle
partitions; No old man, or no way beyond the
foreshortened room to where he might still be.

I went out to my bicycle, and it was missing,
but I saw four boys riding away on four small
funny shaped bicycles. I saw one bicycle as
most like mine, and snatched the boy off it,
and held him fast in a bear hug. With a bolt
cutter he had that I knew he had used on the
chain holding my bike, I nipped off about a
half-inch of his extended forefinger.

On a cell phone, I dialed 911, telling them to
send someone out, that I had caught a young man
three feet high who had tried to steal my bike.
Getting no satisfation from them, I woke up.


I considered my description of the boy using
height instead of age. And then I realized:

    In a mirror, you're only 3 foot tall!

That is, the reflection that appears to be as
tall as you are, is only an image which on the
surface of the mirror is only one-half as tall.

And I reasoned, this experience, if ubiquitous,
is probably the source of Leprechaun stories.
--My sudden hypothesis. Your Mileage May Vary.

Of course, I had to P-share this mirror thing.

This dream has a kind of salience like dreams
in the past that turned out to be prophetic.

I am hoping that something about this episode
will help me in figuring out the provenance of
some Revelation symbology, especially the four
beasts around, and in the midst of the throne
in heaven in Rev 4, and what specific tantric
body part or action corresponds to that throne.

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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