A Triumverate

[athenian200]

There were three people standing at a table, and they were part of a triumvirate. First, there was a British Soldier from colonial times, in a red uniform with brass buttons, those white pants, and some sort of black boots. He was carrying a large red book filled with specific rules for how to react to any given circumstance in his left hand. He was very pedantic about everything, and he was always tapping his foot impatiently, remembering deadlines, and glancing at his gold pocket watch. He held a spear known as a "Partisan" in his right hand. He claimed to have "executive power." His primary concern was being perceived as good, upstanding, respectable, and moral. His emotions were indignation, fear, humility, respect, cordiality, amusement, and honor.

Next, there was a girl with long hair and near perfect skin. She wore a blue statin dress that was about knee-length, and wore clamshell pink fingernail polish on her fingernails and toenails. She held a hand mirror called the mirror of Isis. In between gazing at herself, she would see other people and other worlds in the mirror, and had some control over what it displayed. She often looked bored, and was always asking the Soldier if something she wanted to do was acceptable, and sometimes he would take her request, and then look it up in his book, and then perform it exactly as written. She was always dissatisfied with the impersonal nature of his expression of her wishes, but usually accepted this situation out of fear of the potential situations the soldier warned her about if he wasn't obeyed precisely. Other times, she would be coolly rebuffed by the soldier. Her primary concern was being happy, understood, and cared about, and she wanted to understand, care about, and bring joy to others in return. Her emotions were love, sympathy, joy, sadness, hatred, jealousy, anger, and fear.

Finally, there was a vulcan who was dressed exactly like Mr. Spock from "Star Trek". He usually stood there watching the other two with his arms folded, occasionally rolling his eyes at them. The other two would occasionally ask him questions, to which he replied very tersely (most of the time), usually with "yes, no, impossible, possible, probable, improbable, true, or false." He had a microscope in his hand, and occasionally if the girl and the soldier couldn't agree on something, a piece of paper with several blanks on it would appear, and the girl would hand it to the soldier, and the soldier would then hand it to the vulcan, who would analyze it under a microscope for a while. Then he handed it back to the soldier completed, who compared the the final results against his book. If anything didn't match, he would cross out some of the questions with a black Sharpie, make a copy for himself and his book, then hand the original back to the girl, who would look at it briefly, and then it would it would seem to disappear into nowhere, but it still existed and could be recalled. His primary concern was that everything be logical and consistant. The closest thing to an emotion he had was a sense of curiosity, and a sense of irritation at things being illogical or incorrect.

[JON]

Firstly, are you male or female?

Secondly, are you a perfectionist? Always punctual. Doing things ‘by the book’, and ‘sticking to the rules‘? Head ruling the heart? Everything has a logical explanation, and a practical use? Do you have a short temper? And don't 'suffer fools'?

Thirdly, are you always checking your appearance? Spend hours in the bathroom? And have trouble deciding what to wear?

Or do you know someone like that?

I think this would be a 'logical' interpretation of this dream.