That's my Chopper

which in my minds eye i seem to be holding an immense weapon. it's shaped like this:

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now that i look at it looks just like the letter p, but that's not the point. the point is that it's made out of steel or iron (depending on where we are in history) and the handle is about 3', topped with a rectangular 1/5' blade. it's very very heavy, and i could cut you in half with it. i see it as a red dotted line (because it's not really there), crossed in front of me or in a sling on my back.

I think it symbolises hostility, or else superiority, or else fear, or else hopeless dorkyness.

when i was in college i had a similar vision, but it was of three long transparent geometricly paneled triangles or spikes coming sideways out my my head. i could use these spikes like triple chopsticks to pick up transparent balls and fling them around, and the class i was sitting in had no idea. i had a tangible grasp on the concepts being discussed, while they were just flapping their gums, you see.