I've had dreams which it felt like I was living another day in an alternate universe of my life. Very basic adjustments made. Like the climate of the area, a few basic details of my life (family, friends, tech level, and whatnot, even continuing a relationship with somebody I have no memory of; sometimes a cute girl, other times, my standards have slipped a bit; a handful of times, I want to hurt my alternate self big time (more because they're the complete definition of a bitch, bordering C-territory)).
One recurring dream of sorts I've had quite a few of involves this bizarre concourse kind of location, like a massive convention center meets airport terminal kind of setting, which also meets the Cube/Hypercube world. Hallway after hallway after hallway. Different colored halls, different species, people, things, many of them looking at me or greeting me as if we've known each other for millennia; and oddly enough, I was my 6-year old self, feeling lost in this crazy-ass environment, looking for someone. But over the course of time (other times I dreamed of this place), with the dream, I've been maturing, or had better control over my RSI (residual self-image (probably solving issues within myself or something)), and looking more like my current self, except with more abilities and such exotic to our reality (essentially, magic), and being able to better navigate this place, and the very same creatures and etc. were barely phased by my developments, and were actually more welcoming me to chat up with them. Mind you, these things looked like real aliens; eldritch horrors and whatnot, crystal beings, and so on. They were behaving so familiar with me, it was as if they were waiting for me to have a drink with them and catch up on old times.
Maybe it's me, but I don't know if I was something crazy-awesome in my past life or something, but that has to say something if even things like elder gods, angels, and demons, want to have a drink with me, just to chat, and nothing else. I mean, they were like old friends, and they even had that familiar feel about them. Sure, they don't speak our language, yet I understood them enough, and vice-versa, it was like those sci-fi shows/movies where I can speak normal to something with non-verbal language, and we understand each other when we communicate. If aliens and gods really do exist, I'm plenty open to hang out with them just by these dreams alone. Sure, they may give your everyman a broken sanity or eternal nightmares when you look at them or hear them speak (much of them also being principalities and powers; meta- and multi-dimensional beings, and being things that would even make Cthulhu himself shudder), but they're actually pretty cool guys, and have some interesting stories to tell. Unfortunately, we, as humans are the subjects to many of their pranks; either on us, or on other aliens and gods. A good epiphany I got was, there's no good nor evil; just a crap-ton of assholes, regardless of background, origins, and intent of actions. God's an asshole, the devil was an asshole, Christ may have even been an asshole as a child when being raised, and he could have viewed his parents as such too while being disciplined. Face it, everybody's an asshole to some degree no matter what; it's natural.
Funny enough, I think I was hit on by a few crazy-ass beings as well; fortunately, most of them with forms compatible with my own (yes, your standard monster-girl type or technicolor-skinned babe; apparently, regular women just don't see much in me. Felt nice to be appreciated once in awhile; even if by a non- or partial-human.), at other times, not so much; unless, in a past life, I WAS one of them, and they somehow recognized me in this body. Maybe it's a spiritual thing? I dunno. But these things revered me, and fallen angels and demons that would not think twice to harm an innocent child (mostly for fun) are absolutely terrified of me, as if I could erase them from existence absolutely (including any backups, and alternate realities that may include them (erasing them from them)), or annoy them so much, that I, as a being, am an outlawed form of torture by the Geneva Convention. Then again, considering how far I would go to bend or abuse certain rules (SEE: Things Bay-12ers are not allowed to do in RPGs; mostly what I came up with), makes sense.
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Reading back on some of this, I hope the sign for the place doesn't say something along the lines of Gensokyo (though I wouldn't mind too much; especially if I'm revered as such).
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