Creativity

Just had this long complicated dream where "Go monkey, Choose monkey" turned into this deep philosophical statement. Because there was me and there was this other dude, and we were going to have a fight, but the other dude was inevitably going to squish me if I was alone, so I was busy creating things. But I didn't just want to create minions. I mean, if you're going to go to all the trouble of creating stuff, might as well create *interesting* stuff. So there were flying monkeys. And I decided they should look after themselves, and not go worshipping stuff, including me. GO monkey, choose monkey.

So then I made lots more things, trying to improve the statement each time. I decided just choosing monkey was a bit limited, so I made it Choose People. And then I threw in an IDIC, Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. Make it a bazillion kinds of people in a big sort of a federation. And then, since I was still trying not to get squished by a very powerful thing, make some godlike aliens. Only still not with the worship thing, make them all about people and IDIC. And finally invent the first Q. Because the Q can do anything, and seem quite interested in the grand variety of them all. And while inventing all the Q seemed ambitious, if I made one that one could make others, if they wanted. And being time travellers, by the time all my chaos monkeying had made all that stuff actually happen (instead of just being represented by the throwing around of apple pie filling as it had been thus far), they could come back and do stuff to or possibly for their creator.

And since they decided I was a generally well meaning creator, they locked up the other dude so he couldn't squish me.

He was probably busy making like Klingons and stuff, things that were good at fighting and could squish all the things I was making. I didn't know. I was a bit busy.


So I was standing there with still half the pie stuff and the Q I made did not look happy at all. And I'd kind of made the universe, so I didn't think making more would be needed, since already infinite diversity was specified. But I decided they needed a bit of an extra bit of help. So I made all the rest into Hope. In fact to make sure it worked for always, and because of Love also, I made all the pie stuff and all of me into Love & Comfort by Hope.

And then in the dream my brain sort of fizzed as all me turned into that stuff I'd just decided to make. Fizzy bubbles, no more me.

But then I woke up.

So, win-win I call it.



So having just created the universe through application of chaos and slightly greenish appley goop, for my next trick I shall... go back to bed. And try to get some more sleep.

And try also to remember to throw out the apple pies in the morning. Powerful stuff they may be, past date by then they are.

I feel like there should be some kind of ritual to see them off with... maybe with that monkey bit as a chant...

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So this morning's dream was mostly about being an alien
but then the Doctor (Ten, in long coat and pointing a sonic screwdriver at me) turned up to save the humans
only the humans weren't the good guys and the 'aliens' were no such thing and he was totally on the wrong side
so I had to pin him down and explain it to him.

The 'aliens' were gene modified humans, at least third generation, meant as soldiers. It wasn't Britain that made them but when they captured some those started breeding so they'd been using them ever since. They had UV reactive tattoos to tell which side they were on and their name and number and stuff. If they got enough sunlight and a drug they called dust, they could pump up to practically Hulk level. Also, it felt really good. They'd happily do the fighting parts as long as they got to be naked in sunlight. The times they weren't fighting, they kept them underground, so they wouldn't get strong. Only, they also had to have controlled doses of sunlight to stay healthy at all, so they had tanning beds and those floaty light globes. And gradually over the generations they'd saved enough of the ones that were nearly run out to fill the attic with enough to get really really bright, and recharge if they ever needed it.

My character was someone who'd bred without a licence and run away with the baby and learned how to pass in human society and raised the kid human and then once he was all grown up gone to hunt down the president and demand freedom.
So, the usual.


I think the only really freaky part was the aliens starting off incredibly blonde and white, and then going fluorescent pink in the sun. I mean green is vaguely threatening, but its really hard to take seriously someone quite that shade of pink, no matter how muscular they are.