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You ever had one of those really weird Lucid dreams??
10 years ago
Well...this is definitely something I never thought I'd be writing but here goes. Ever have one of those extremely lucid dreams where you, in essence meet yourself, but its the 'you' that would have been or could have been if one or two things in your history had changed? Yeah...I just had one of those, but instead of meeting just one version of myself, I met several, well...didn't really 'meet' them, but I did find myself wondering a great many things.
It was a very odd dream where my family and I, mom, dad and sister, were transited to a different plane of existence where the world existed on different tiers, or I should say the different parallel universes existed together all at the same time, but there was a way to 'jump' between them, as it were. It involved finding a specific place on the planet where you and your family could literally jump right off the edge of the world into the next, and it continued in a loop until you find yourself back home. Or at least I think that's how it worked.
One place in particular that really stood out to me was the one that I had dreamed just before I woke up. My dad, mom, sister and I had gotten separated after the jump, but...for whatever reason as you make these jumps you always wind up blacked out for a good few hours. SO I woke up in a field outside of a city that I could only describe as 'home' if Beamsville was a little more developed rather than so reliant on wineries and old folks homes. I recognized the layout but it was weird...I started to look around for my dad because he was the one that tandem jumped with me off of the last 'world' that we'd been in into the next but for whatever reason he was gone. I followed footprints to the edge of an asphalt road where cars that were exacctly the same as they are now, were driving around. I figured "Okay..." and I started to walk 'home'. Or at least where I knew home to be in my own 'dimension' or plane.
So I finally find my street which was easy enough, and I used my key that was on my key ring to open the door, seemed that parallel universes it didn't matter what key you used, your different families always had the same ones for whatever reason. And I walked into a very different home. There were more vibrant colours, more furniture, different colour schemes, etc. In the driveway there was a Mercedes SUV of some sort and and on the front porch, a Harley Davidson Dyna Wide-Glide in mint condition. My personal dream bike. So I started to look around the house as it seemed like nobody was there.
The layout of the house was the same, the smell was...different though among other things. But it seemed like nobody was home. So I decided I might as well go to 'my room'. I opened the door to the basement apartment and it was odd because there was a lock on it. But it was open so I proceeded inside regardless. There were small shelving units on the stairs...odd place for them, and picture frames hanging on the stairwell walls. I got to the bottom of the stairwell and that's when I really realized something was different more than asthetics. The room was re-built in a different way, there was a separate bedroom area, the floor had been dropped down by another 10 inches or so, so the ceiling was actually far enough away that I couldn't reach it immediately. There was a wake board hanging on the wall beside a snow board, different diplomas hanging on the walls. A big screen tv set up in front of an entertaining area, the fireplace was gone and replaced with a really nice electric insert and that's when I saw the computer work station.
I walked over toward it and I saw that it was nothing like the gaming rig that I have currently in my own life, in reality. It was a small, workstation machine that was deisigned for more business applications than anything else, and that's when I saw something that made me go "what the.." There was a picture of who I can only describe as 'me' with a girl who I have no idea who she was, she was piggy backing on my back, and...I was a lot different. The facial structure and the hair were similar, but everything else was different. I was buff! Not like, herculean or something no, but like I'd been working out, taking care of my body, etc...That I didn't have any injuries. The computer itself was on, as I accidentally bumped the mouse when I reached for this picture to see it more closely. It was logged into this person, 'me' in another worlds, facebook. So...I started to do some snooping.
Turns out that the thing that was different were quite a few things. When I was 19, I was injured in reality in my 'real life' and whatnot else, this person, apparently had quit Boston Pizza and gone on to college where he decided culinary wasn't for him, he went instead to University for Music studies, though that got him nowhere. Following the timeline there were many many different friends and things that went along the way, but...it was weird. I wasn't finding any pictures of my dad from passed about the year 2000. Nothing at my graduation, nothing at my college graduation, etc...That's when I discovered a 'memorial' page that was posted to facebook. It was done by my sister, apparently my dad had died in an accident at work that was completely the companies fault in 1999. My mother, sister and I were left alone and we had sued the ever loving shit out of Stelco steel and Ainsworth, the companies that my dad worked for at the time, for compensation for his death as they were trying to weasel their ways out of it.
So...my dad had been killed, my mother raised my sister and I on her own, and my sister had continued on her own path to be a rather successful interior designer, my mother switched professions to a Government approved health and safety inspector and I had gone on to get my mechanics license through the Canadian Forces Reserve working on tanks, trucks, and LAV's. But that was when I heard someone moving upstairs in the 'alternate reality' that I was currently in. I put everything back the way it was and fled out of the garage doorway rather than face whoever it happened to be, and then ran like crazy to the 'jump point' where I met up with my dad, mom and sister again. Then we jumped and...that's all I remember because I woke up with a 'wtf' feeling in my gut. Kind of one of those feelings of "...what if?"
God I hate these feelings...its like "What if I did this different? Would I be different? Would I have turned out better?" I dunno its just...really weird to me considering everything that's transpired in my life and how...vivid that 'dream' was. Kind of makes you wonder, if you could 'jump' between realities and see yourself...what would you do? What would you see? Would it be good? Would it be bad? It makes you wonder, doesn't it?
It was a very odd dream where my family and I, mom, dad and sister, were transited to a different plane of existence where the world existed on different tiers, or I should say the different parallel universes existed together all at the same time, but there was a way to 'jump' between them, as it were. It involved finding a specific place on the planet where you and your family could literally jump right off the edge of the world into the next, and it continued in a loop until you find yourself back home. Or at least I think that's how it worked.
One place in particular that really stood out to me was the one that I had dreamed just before I woke up. My dad, mom, sister and I had gotten separated after the jump, but...for whatever reason as you make these jumps you always wind up blacked out for a good few hours. SO I woke up in a field outside of a city that I could only describe as 'home' if Beamsville was a little more developed rather than so reliant on wineries and old folks homes. I recognized the layout but it was weird...I started to look around for my dad because he was the one that tandem jumped with me off of the last 'world' that we'd been in into the next but for whatever reason he was gone. I followed footprints to the edge of an asphalt road where cars that were exacctly the same as they are now, were driving around. I figured "Okay..." and I started to walk 'home'. Or at least where I knew home to be in my own 'dimension' or plane.
So I finally find my street which was easy enough, and I used my key that was on my key ring to open the door, seemed that parallel universes it didn't matter what key you used, your different families always had the same ones for whatever reason. And I walked into a very different home. There were more vibrant colours, more furniture, different colour schemes, etc. In the driveway there was a Mercedes SUV of some sort and and on the front porch, a Harley Davidson Dyna Wide-Glide in mint condition. My personal dream bike. So I started to look around the house as it seemed like nobody was there.
The layout of the house was the same, the smell was...different though among other things. But it seemed like nobody was home. So I decided I might as well go to 'my room'. I opened the door to the basement apartment and it was odd because there was a lock on it. But it was open so I proceeded inside regardless. There were small shelving units on the stairs...odd place for them, and picture frames hanging on the stairwell walls. I got to the bottom of the stairwell and that's when I really realized something was different more than asthetics. The room was re-built in a different way, there was a separate bedroom area, the floor had been dropped down by another 10 inches or so, so the ceiling was actually far enough away that I couldn't reach it immediately. There was a wake board hanging on the wall beside a snow board, different diplomas hanging on the walls. A big screen tv set up in front of an entertaining area, the fireplace was gone and replaced with a really nice electric insert and that's when I saw the computer work station.
I walked over toward it and I saw that it was nothing like the gaming rig that I have currently in my own life, in reality. It was a small, workstation machine that was deisigned for more business applications than anything else, and that's when I saw something that made me go "what the.." There was a picture of who I can only describe as 'me' with a girl who I have no idea who she was, she was piggy backing on my back, and...I was a lot different. The facial structure and the hair were similar, but everything else was different. I was buff! Not like, herculean or something no, but like I'd been working out, taking care of my body, etc...That I didn't have any injuries. The computer itself was on, as I accidentally bumped the mouse when I reached for this picture to see it more closely. It was logged into this person, 'me' in another worlds, facebook. So...I started to do some snooping.
Turns out that the thing that was different were quite a few things. When I was 19, I was injured in reality in my 'real life' and whatnot else, this person, apparently had quit Boston Pizza and gone on to college where he decided culinary wasn't for him, he went instead to University for Music studies, though that got him nowhere. Following the timeline there were many many different friends and things that went along the way, but...it was weird. I wasn't finding any pictures of my dad from passed about the year 2000. Nothing at my graduation, nothing at my college graduation, etc...That's when I discovered a 'memorial' page that was posted to facebook. It was done by my sister, apparently my dad had died in an accident at work that was completely the companies fault in 1999. My mother, sister and I were left alone and we had sued the ever loving shit out of Stelco steel and Ainsworth, the companies that my dad worked for at the time, for compensation for his death as they were trying to weasel their ways out of it.
So...my dad had been killed, my mother raised my sister and I on her own, and my sister had continued on her own path to be a rather successful interior designer, my mother switched professions to a Government approved health and safety inspector and I had gone on to get my mechanics license through the Canadian Forces Reserve working on tanks, trucks, and LAV's. But that was when I heard someone moving upstairs in the 'alternate reality' that I was currently in. I put everything back the way it was and fled out of the garage doorway rather than face whoever it happened to be, and then ran like crazy to the 'jump point' where I met up with my dad, mom and sister again. Then we jumped and...that's all I remember because I woke up with a 'wtf' feeling in my gut. Kind of one of those feelings of "...what if?"
God I hate these feelings...its like "What if I did this different? Would I be different? Would I have turned out better?" I dunno its just...really weird to me considering everything that's transpired in my life and how...vivid that 'dream' was. Kind of makes you wonder, if you could 'jump' between realities and see yourself...what would you do? What would you see? Would it be good? Would it be bad? It makes you wonder, doesn't it?
