*He who dreams of drinking wine may weep when morning comes; he who dreams of weeping may in the morning go off to hunt. While he is dreaming he does not know it is a dream, and in his dream he may even try to interpret a dream. Only after he wakes does he know it was a dream. And someday there will be a great awakening when we know that this is all a great dream.*
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title: Oracolotto
author: Ada
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*They who dream of drinking wine may weep when morning comes; they who dream of weeping may in the morning go off to hunt. While they are dreaming they do not know it is a dream, and in their dream they may even try to interpret a dream. Only after they wake do they know it was a dream. And someday there will be a great awakening when we know that this is all a great dream.*
*And when I say you are dreaming, I am dreaming, too.*
*And when I say you are dreaming, I am dreaming, too.*
**Zhuàngzi**
**Zhuàngzi**
**莊子**
### ✧ Preface
# ✧ Preface
Have you ever woken up feeling like there is a word, at the tip of your tongue, in a language you don't quite understand?
Have you ever woken up feeling like there is a word, at the tip of your tongue, in a language you don't quite understand?
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You may also choose your own path, disregard what I said and make your own game, read old or future dreams or even play the lottery. The tools are now in your hands.
You may also choose your own path, disregard what I said and make your own game, read old or future dreams or even play the lottery. The tools are now in your hands.
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### ✧ How to care for the Oracolotto
### ✧ How to care for the Oracolotto
You may have been told that objects do not have spirit and have believed it. If you have, I suggest you tuck the inner skeptic into bed and let the curious child out to play for the following sections. You see, the Oracolotto, like any Tarot or Oracle, does not believe itself to be an objects. In fact, it thinks that no object is just a thing, but most exist in the spiritual plane as well. As such, all objects have a soul, a spirit that connects to yours.
You may have been told that objects do not have spirit and have believed it. If you have, I suggest you tuck the inner skeptic into bed and let the curious child out to play for the following sections. You see, the Oracolotto, like any Tarot or Oracle, does not believe itself to be an objects. In fact, it thinks that no object is just a thing, but most exist in the spiritual plane as well. As such, all objects have a soul, a spirit that connects to yours.
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- Paola De Sanctis Ricciardone,*Il tipografo celeste. Il gioco del lotto tra letteratura e demologia nell'Italia dell'Ottocento e oltre*, Bari, Dedalo, 1987. ISBN 88-220-6066-0
- Michele Zezza,*La smorfia ossia Il nuovo metodo per perdere denaro, e cervello con maggior sicurezza al gioco del lotto*, Napoli, Torchi della Società filomatica, 1835.
- 莊子*,* 齊物論*, 12. Zhuàngzi, "Discussion on making all things equal," 12. from Zhuàngzi, Burton Watson trans., Chuang Tzu (New York: Columbia University Press, 1996), 43. ISBN 978-0-231-10595-8 [1]*
# Sometimes the world as it is and the world as it could be are devastatingly close to each other.
# Sometimes the world as it is and the world as it could be are devastatingly close to each other.
Is there any point in imagining something that is so similar to the nightmare we already live in? The future is a dream but it's just that dream where you remember putting your keys somewhere but where, and you're wandering around looking for them for what feels like hours. Was it real or not isnt important you were still there. Why are we staying here, what's even here for us? If you don't get them, they'll get you first. Then you wake up and you still can't find the fucking keys. But sometimes it's sunny and you're standing there and there's something cinematic about the whole thing, is it worth it just to be there for that maybe. There's really no difference between a dream about falling and a dream about flying.
Is there any point in imagining something that is so similar to the nightmare we already live in? The future is a dream but it's just that dream where you remember putting your keys somewhere, but where? You're wandering around looking for them for what feels like hours. Whether it was real or not isn't important, you were still there. Why do we stay here? What's even here for us? If you don't get them first, they'll get you. Then you wake up and you still can't find the fucking keys. But sometimes it's sunny and you're standing there and there's something cinematic about the whole thing, is it worth it just to be there for that maybe. There's really no difference between a dream about falling and a dream about flying.
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You search the entire planet, all seven planets, drinking every last drop, and still no fucking keys. You're just watching the whole thing anyway so enjoy it I guess. If you get the rifle you can use the scope on it to see things in the distance, but then again maybe you don't need to see that far. The start is always the best part. Maybe I left them in the bathroom for some reason? Can I help them, even one of them? They are all so busy killing each other I don't think they can hear. The forests are beautiful here. One time I sat down with some of the bots and really got to know them. Until the players arrive they just sit there together, chatting. They're really nice actually. And then a player ran up beside us, saw that we weren't trying to hurt them, and left. Maybe they were helped, or changed somehow.
You search the entire planet, all seven planets, drinking every last drop, and still no fucking keys. You're just watching the whole thing anyway so enjoy it, I guess. If you get the rifle you can use the scope on it to see things in the distance, but then again, maybe you don't need to see that far. The start is always the best part. Maybe I left them in the bathroom? Can I help them, even one of them? They are all so busy killing each other I don't think they can hear. The forests are beautiful here. One time I sat down with some of the bots and really got to know them. Until the players arrive they just sit there together, chatting. They're really nice actually. And then a player ran up beside us, saw that we weren't trying to hurt them, and left. Maybe they were helped, or changed somehow.
The only reason I'm still here is because you're still here.
The only reason I'm still here is because you're still here.