I've had some strange dreams again lately. Some of the "usual locations" I visit, it seems. Add to the list, an un-marked nameless Japanese-like city akin to Tokyo, except the centerpiece of it was a Eiffel Tower made up of random junk/garbage which was placed around it in a way that it was a full chromatic spectrum all around the tower, from the base of it's feet, to the very top. This "garbage tower" was actually surprisingly beautiful, and was a definitive work of art, well deserving of being a centerpiece. As it turns out, beneath this structure are art gatherings, carnivals, and so forth, and people use the tower itself like a massive lost & found, and grand borrowing station, replacing what they take from it, and borrowing and returning what they take from it as well. Because this thing was made up of just about anything you can think of, you can find just about anything in any color on this behemoth of a structure.
All my weird dreams have got me thinking. Am I visiting different partitions of my soul? I mean, this crazy artistic city with that glorious centerpiece, that could be my artistic center, that strange observational physics-defying temple (where smooth feels rough, and rough feels smooth, and the unbalanceable is the most balanced, and etc.) is my willpower, or something, "The Concourse" is all my past lives (include the many other strays walking the many other cities and worlds of my spirit), which explains why they all know me so well (I must've lived millions of past lives or something, there were so many people there, of all kinds, breeds, species, and races; and they all felt familiar to me, like a long-lost sibling, or a fragment of my soul; The Concourse itself was also a melting pot of environments with portals to all different worlds, times, and dimensions; I think I used to be various gods at times as well, or something, because some of these beings I couldn't see all of, and some were in a flatter space looking to me as if I was a god myself in my normal form). Strangely enough, in The Concourse, I had quick and easy access to my Heaven (my many homes I claimed to be the best of homes (all ideal times of my many hometowns and such, including current life's), Hell (Custom built to punish myself for things I KNOW I really deserve for things I have done; even the Devil applauded at how well I built it, it even out-did him.), and Purgatory (Think of a procedurally-generated endless beach, and it varies depending on your progress of finding oneself, current feelings and such, and what you may need or at times, or want. I chose a beach because I get the most thinking and soul-searching done on it, and it's a pleasant landscape to walk across, and I can go an eternity on one, and not mind it so much; plus, when I take a break from all the walking, I can stop by a rest stop/cabana, rent a boat, kayak, or a surfboard, or take a dive into the ocean for a few moments. I can also keep myself busy building sand castles, doing sand art, or collecting shells, go fishing, and if I choose to do so, use them as symbols of my spiritual progress. Personally, I love my purgatory, how I designed it. Much like Purgatory should be, it's the most neutral environment I can think of for doing some deep thinking.).
Speaking of Purgatory, maybe I don't mind death so much, because I planned for it, so I pre-determined what I come to post-mortem. My hypothesis why so many people claim there's nothing but darkness after death is because they believe in that, and... well, be careful what you wish for, I guess. The reason people go to Heaven or Hell or Purgatory is because of their beliefs, and their sub-conscious determines their fate. After all, we are our own worst enemy/critic; so essentially, we put ourselves where we claim to deserve after death; and that includes reincarnations... possibly. An interesting thought, if you die, and are no longer limited by the bindings of reality, and are essentially your own personal god, then why don't you imagine yourself out of your darkness or Hell you put yourself into in the first place? Personally, this is why I retain my faith no matter what; mostly to not accidentally screw myself out of a good ending for myself.
Sorry if this derails anything, but this is what came to mind when I reflect back on my dreams and dream worlds/universes. I mean, funny enough, transporting to various environments and etc. within my dream-verse involves all kinds of crazy ways from countless sources from books (Myst) to TARDISes (Doctor Who) to just closing my eyes (What Dream May Come). Now I wonder, how old am I overall? I mean, to have THAT much flexibility and forethought, I must be at least several-million years old, and I chose my current life purely out of laziness.
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