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I dreamed I made a universe
Nov. 21st, 2009 02:04 amI dreamed it was the end of the universe and the remaining people were using up the last picoseconds with their awareness stretched so it seemed like lifetimes. Then someone started dancing, and they got bigger and bigger, and they had 6 arms and kept changing, like they had green skin or blue skin or were a muscular man or a giant woman, but they were using up the last of the universe with their dancing so the end of time had come. But I smiled, cause I'd realised something. I put a drop of my blood on a cloth and gave it to a cute guy, and I smiled, and then I spun and jumped and went into the heart of a star, and took all that shine, and Became, and there was a new universe and it was me. And that was pretty blessed cool, I can tell you. Big SWOOSH and spinning out out out and every bit of me becoming every bit of everything. Joyous.
And then I made some people, all the people I carried in my heart, many many of them. But I made them new, because it was a new universe. And that was good too. I made some of them red and some of them gold, because I thought it was pretty. But then I realised they'd gone and made up stories about it, like they'd seen that the burgundy was genetically dominant so they'd decided those people were my chosen and the saffron was there for them to dominate. Which made me *facepalm*. They had this big story where the burgundy people were the real people and the saffrons were from the outer darkness and technically giants, and all that story meant was they'd made up a reason they could be mean as they liked and be the most people and still think of themselves as the little people and the others as the big bullies. You go and make up people, and they go and be people all over again. Made me sad. Especially since there was this one person, one of the ones with 'giant' ancestors, and I liked him really rather a lot. And he looked like Julian Bashir and he was a doctor and he cared for everyone even if they didn't want his kind around. And I figured there was some stuff I'd never got around to doing in the first universe so one of me could have a go at it now. And while I was down there I could go explain I loved everyone, and they could all be happy.
And that worked pretty good until someone put a spear through my heart, and it was made of a sliver of the old universe and it burned like the heart of that star, and we all burned up, BOOM, bright light. That was sad and scary for a moment. But it didn't destroy the universe, so it didn't destroy me. And the rest of me remembered so I was saved, and the me with the spear in figured out how to make it part of me, and it stopped blowing up the universe. And then I remade that bit that got blown up, all the people in it, all remembered all saved by all of me that was there with them. So they weren't blown up any more. But it had taken a while, and the rest of the universe had kept on going after wondering what that big pillar of fire was, so now there was this whole bunch of people who were at least a hundred years out of step with the rest of the universe. And that was going to be interesting, to say the least.
All the people had free will, so I couldn't just put it in their heads to stop killing each other please, because then that person I loved wouldn't be there any more, just more me. And I couldn't take their choices or their consequences away, even if they hadn't understood them, because then they wouldn't be free and they wouldn't have power over what will happen and they'd just be little puppet pretend people again. To be proper people they had to have free will. And that unfortunately meant them making really big mistakes and keeping on doing them in my name.
It also meant they didn't have to believe I was me when I turned up to explain.
... I'm feeling pretty sympathetic to god/dess right now. It's a tough gig.
But I still don't feel those limitations explain volcanos or hurricanes or many other bad things. Unless they were as new at making universes as I was. I guess it might be their first time too.
And then I made some people, all the people I carried in my heart, many many of them. But I made them new, because it was a new universe. And that was good too. I made some of them red and some of them gold, because I thought it was pretty. But then I realised they'd gone and made up stories about it, like they'd seen that the burgundy was genetically dominant so they'd decided those people were my chosen and the saffron was there for them to dominate. Which made me *facepalm*. They had this big story where the burgundy people were the real people and the saffrons were from the outer darkness and technically giants, and all that story meant was they'd made up a reason they could be mean as they liked and be the most people and still think of themselves as the little people and the others as the big bullies. You go and make up people, and they go and be people all over again. Made me sad. Especially since there was this one person, one of the ones with 'giant' ancestors, and I liked him really rather a lot. And he looked like Julian Bashir and he was a doctor and he cared for everyone even if they didn't want his kind around. And I figured there was some stuff I'd never got around to doing in the first universe so one of me could have a go at it now. And while I was down there I could go explain I loved everyone, and they could all be happy.
And that worked pretty good until someone put a spear through my heart, and it was made of a sliver of the old universe and it burned like the heart of that star, and we all burned up, BOOM, bright light. That was sad and scary for a moment. But it didn't destroy the universe, so it didn't destroy me. And the rest of me remembered so I was saved, and the me with the spear in figured out how to make it part of me, and it stopped blowing up the universe. And then I remade that bit that got blown up, all the people in it, all remembered all saved by all of me that was there with them. So they weren't blown up any more. But it had taken a while, and the rest of the universe had kept on going after wondering what that big pillar of fire was, so now there was this whole bunch of people who were at least a hundred years out of step with the rest of the universe. And that was going to be interesting, to say the least.
All the people had free will, so I couldn't just put it in their heads to stop killing each other please, because then that person I loved wouldn't be there any more, just more me. And I couldn't take their choices or their consequences away, even if they hadn't understood them, because then they wouldn't be free and they wouldn't have power over what will happen and they'd just be little puppet pretend people again. To be proper people they had to have free will. And that unfortunately meant them making really big mistakes and keeping on doing them in my name.
It also meant they didn't have to believe I was me when I turned up to explain.
... I'm feeling pretty sympathetic to god/dess right now. It's a tough gig.
But I still don't feel those limitations explain volcanos or hurricanes or many other bad things. Unless they were as new at making universes as I was. I guess it might be their first time too.