I should sleep more, it's fun there
Oct. 26th, 2012 09:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI slept and I realised I was dreaming, so then all my favourite actors, looking the age of my favourite characters, kept turning up and wanting to be bestest friends. Except then I felt sort of cheap and just giggled and went to find another bit of dream. Eventually I got to Seth Green and he gave me a hug and told me to go back to the awake world and go find someone there.
So I woke up, thought about it, considered my general success in such endeavours, and went straight back to sleep.
But I still knew I was sleeping, so I knew I was effectively the Creator here. I'd made that whole world, and the people in it. So then I went around offering said people the chance to make worlds of their own, cause they'd think of interesting things I wouldn't think of. Because free will. ... yeah, so, slightly fuzzy logic in the still dreaming sense, but it's waaaaaaay more fun being the Creator.
There were a few bugs in the process though. To make a new world I'd make a door in a stone or earth wall, and push the tunnel back until it was just shadow, then tell the person to walk in until it was dark all around and start telling the world what to be. Then they'd see a light, and they should walk towards that, and lo, there would be a new world. Only, the first time I did that, their puppy ran in first, barking, and they ran after it, and by the time they got to the other end there was a whole world already there with the puppy at the very center of it in a big Asian house with a courtyard and a ton of servants. Very inventive puppy.
But that world went wrong, because by the time I got there they'd had long enough to invent violence and start trying to kill each other in increasingly inventive ways. I stepped out and a whole lot of flying acupuncture needles coated in poison zipped past me. I concentrated and armoured up, sort of samurai style with crystal goggles, so I didn't have to worry about that, and I went looking to try and find the problem. And the first thing I saw was that world's played-by-RDJr being dragged off as a traitor and a tyrant and a lot of words that promised horrible painful death. So I went after him, but he was out of sight by the time I turned the corner, and the scale of the violence was getting huge. And then someone launched missiles.
I frowned at the missiles and told them to go away. They went up, up, and away, and dissipated into nice harmless air.
It's good to be the goddess.
So then I decided to tell everyone to just quit killing each other. I made a big projection in the air like on SG1 when the goa'uld want to talk to their subjects, and lots of smaller projections so everyone could see me staring at them, and I told them to quit it. I told them I'd lived by two rules, do what is right and figure out what is right, but here I was having to make another one, because they had to stop killing each other.
But then I looked around and the destruction was already kind of apocalyptic, and the world was tired and dry and brown and crumbling. So I made a new tunnel, and told someone to make a new world. But I said in this one there would be three options. Murderers who knew what they were would just die. Murderers who didn't know what they'd done was wrong would be taken to a place where they would learn better. And people who hadn't done murder could get to the new world. So my chosen got very serious and made the three options in that tunnel, and the purgatory place turned out to be reached by train, so all the murderers who wouldn't admit it had to ride the train. They expected to go to a tortured hell place and 'learn' that way, but they would instead find a whole lot of stories. Maybe they'd read them or listen to them to try and distract themselves from what they thought was the arrival place. But the promised land was another whole world, and it would be a fresh start, and could be good.
It was getting dark and cold and the line to go to the new world was going to take forever. So I did the projection thing again and told everyone to close their eyes, feel the breeze of a new world on their face, and step forward into the passage to the promised land.
I knew not everyone could actually step, but decided the important part was the choosing to.
So then everyone at once could go through to the new world.
And this world was empty, dark, cold, dusty, and probably quite radioactive, as well as scattered with poison and the remains of the fighting. So I followed them through.
Once there I looked for the RDJr-alike. But I couldn't find him. I couldn't find him on the train either. So that meant he'd died. And I didn't know if I'd been too slow, or if his own judgement of himself condemned him. :-( I tried asking around for the true story, but there were too many people too passionately invested to know where true lived. Someone asked me why I cared, when I'd never met him and he was so widely hated. I frowned and thought about it and then told them it was because he was so beautiful... on the outside. He could look at me and for a moment, whatever he may have done, I just wouldn't care.
Which is kind of like being the all forgiving creator goddess, but with some significant differences I found to be a moral deficit, especially in a deity.
So I got sad and wandered off to find someone in this new world who would make a beautiful new world themselves. I found an immigrant DJ in a night club who dreamed whole worlds of vivid and beautiful detail. When I built the start of the tunnel for him though he kept on making levels of hallway, as if he had to build the place a room at a time. I thought he was doing it wrong and told him just to make the whole world, but finally he grinned at me and we walked out of the last level into the most spectacular, beautiful, dazzling world I'd ever seen. It was a dream of Iraq, all its ages and none of its conflicts, co-existing in peace, myth and legend and history and propaganda lined up side by side in glorious, glittering splendour. Baghdad the way the stories tell of it, and so much more. Every level we'd been through had been a representation of a different era, digging down the archaeological layers back to prehistory, so by the time we arrived we'd understand what we were seeing. Educational introductions for those that only knew the stereotypes, and a sort of love poem to a country.
It was wonderful.
Then he and I went back up the tunnels to the other world, where he was a refugee, to invite more people in to his world. The entrance arch was beautiful, he'd rubbed at it as if washing away dirt from a sculpture until he revealed an intricately carved arch. But when he turned away from that work, he looked terrible. He looked almost mummified, as long dead as some of the eras below. It was as if he'd poured all his vitality into his dream of a better world, and back in the everyday real, he was drained and emptied.
I'd never intended that. I took the shaping power back, every last drop, and put him back to normal. He should live his dream, not feel exhausted by it.
Then I woke up. Mostly. I was all drifty and sleepy. Actually I'm not all the way awake now. Floaty fine feeling.
The universe is a very fine place.
... possibly the multiverse is even finer...
So I woke up, thought about it, considered my general success in such endeavours, and went straight back to sleep.
But I still knew I was sleeping, so I knew I was effectively the Creator here. I'd made that whole world, and the people in it. So then I went around offering said people the chance to make worlds of their own, cause they'd think of interesting things I wouldn't think of. Because free will. ... yeah, so, slightly fuzzy logic in the still dreaming sense, but it's waaaaaaay more fun being the Creator.
There were a few bugs in the process though. To make a new world I'd make a door in a stone or earth wall, and push the tunnel back until it was just shadow, then tell the person to walk in until it was dark all around and start telling the world what to be. Then they'd see a light, and they should walk towards that, and lo, there would be a new world. Only, the first time I did that, their puppy ran in first, barking, and they ran after it, and by the time they got to the other end there was a whole world already there with the puppy at the very center of it in a big Asian house with a courtyard and a ton of servants. Very inventive puppy.
But that world went wrong, because by the time I got there they'd had long enough to invent violence and start trying to kill each other in increasingly inventive ways. I stepped out and a whole lot of flying acupuncture needles coated in poison zipped past me. I concentrated and armoured up, sort of samurai style with crystal goggles, so I didn't have to worry about that, and I went looking to try and find the problem. And the first thing I saw was that world's played-by-RDJr being dragged off as a traitor and a tyrant and a lot of words that promised horrible painful death. So I went after him, but he was out of sight by the time I turned the corner, and the scale of the violence was getting huge. And then someone launched missiles.
I frowned at the missiles and told them to go away. They went up, up, and away, and dissipated into nice harmless air.
It's good to be the goddess.
So then I decided to tell everyone to just quit killing each other. I made a big projection in the air like on SG1 when the goa'uld want to talk to their subjects, and lots of smaller projections so everyone could see me staring at them, and I told them to quit it. I told them I'd lived by two rules, do what is right and figure out what is right, but here I was having to make another one, because they had to stop killing each other.
But then I looked around and the destruction was already kind of apocalyptic, and the world was tired and dry and brown and crumbling. So I made a new tunnel, and told someone to make a new world. But I said in this one there would be three options. Murderers who knew what they were would just die. Murderers who didn't know what they'd done was wrong would be taken to a place where they would learn better. And people who hadn't done murder could get to the new world. So my chosen got very serious and made the three options in that tunnel, and the purgatory place turned out to be reached by train, so all the murderers who wouldn't admit it had to ride the train. They expected to go to a tortured hell place and 'learn' that way, but they would instead find a whole lot of stories. Maybe they'd read them or listen to them to try and distract themselves from what they thought was the arrival place. But the promised land was another whole world, and it would be a fresh start, and could be good.
It was getting dark and cold and the line to go to the new world was going to take forever. So I did the projection thing again and told everyone to close their eyes, feel the breeze of a new world on their face, and step forward into the passage to the promised land.
I knew not everyone could actually step, but decided the important part was the choosing to.
So then everyone at once could go through to the new world.
And this world was empty, dark, cold, dusty, and probably quite radioactive, as well as scattered with poison and the remains of the fighting. So I followed them through.
Once there I looked for the RDJr-alike. But I couldn't find him. I couldn't find him on the train either. So that meant he'd died. And I didn't know if I'd been too slow, or if his own judgement of himself condemned him. :-( I tried asking around for the true story, but there were too many people too passionately invested to know where true lived. Someone asked me why I cared, when I'd never met him and he was so widely hated. I frowned and thought about it and then told them it was because he was so beautiful... on the outside. He could look at me and for a moment, whatever he may have done, I just wouldn't care.
Which is kind of like being the all forgiving creator goddess, but with some significant differences I found to be a moral deficit, especially in a deity.
So I got sad and wandered off to find someone in this new world who would make a beautiful new world themselves. I found an immigrant DJ in a night club who dreamed whole worlds of vivid and beautiful detail. When I built the start of the tunnel for him though he kept on making levels of hallway, as if he had to build the place a room at a time. I thought he was doing it wrong and told him just to make the whole world, but finally he grinned at me and we walked out of the last level into the most spectacular, beautiful, dazzling world I'd ever seen. It was a dream of Iraq, all its ages and none of its conflicts, co-existing in peace, myth and legend and history and propaganda lined up side by side in glorious, glittering splendour. Baghdad the way the stories tell of it, and so much more. Every level we'd been through had been a representation of a different era, digging down the archaeological layers back to prehistory, so by the time we arrived we'd understand what we were seeing. Educational introductions for those that only knew the stereotypes, and a sort of love poem to a country.
It was wonderful.
Then he and I went back up the tunnels to the other world, where he was a refugee, to invite more people in to his world. The entrance arch was beautiful, he'd rubbed at it as if washing away dirt from a sculpture until he revealed an intricately carved arch. But when he turned away from that work, he looked terrible. He looked almost mummified, as long dead as some of the eras below. It was as if he'd poured all his vitality into his dream of a better world, and back in the everyday real, he was drained and emptied.
I'd never intended that. I took the shaping power back, every last drop, and put him back to normal. He should live his dream, not feel exhausted by it.
Then I woke up. Mostly. I was all drifty and sleepy. Actually I'm not all the way awake now. Floaty fine feeling.
The universe is a very fine place.
... possibly the multiverse is even finer...