Mister Pervert
31st May 2009, 07:07 AM
I guess I'm just a little weary of people who attach so much importance to reality, whatever the hell that might be. Give me fantasy 24/7 any day! The Vedanta philosophy of India asserts that all conscious beings are in fact 'God'. More than this, we've deliberately forgotten we're God in order to add spice to life. This all ties in neatly with my own solipsist zietgeist.
See, the biggest problem I, and by extension God, face on a daily basis is boredom. When you have unlimited power, how do you create a situation that has real suspense and mystery to it? One possible answer is to create a metaphorical machine with a button labeled 'surprise'. After hitting this button, I can forget I'm really God and believe I am Me, or you, or Adolph Hitler or perhaps some dirt-poor peasant in Africa. In this way I can have real adventures until I die (wake up) and remember who I really am: God.
I actually have such a machine and it's been working overtime lately generating dreams. Trouble is I feel the machine is becoming faulty because I'm finding myself more and more able to move about within my dreams and manipulate situations to my own liking, meaning, this newly found control is spoiling my sense of surprise and adventure.
That isn't to say my dreams have become dull. They're as thrilling as ever and have recurring themes of armageddon (flying saucers filling a dark sky and raining down thunderbolts), vast underground caverns filled with railway tracks and derelict train carriages, lush green grass fields intersected with fast flowing, deep streams that I'm easily able to traverse, and ducks.
Yes, the ducks caught me by surprise last night. There were dozens of them ranging from ducklings to fully grown drakes, all waddling along the same path I walked. They were mostly yellow and little or large white ones with yellow beaks and were happy enough. But there were also several mid-sized ducks that were blue. Not just any blue but specifically Wedgewood Blue with a kind of Laura May white pattern print. They were angry little buggers that persisted in grabbing at the legs of my jeans with their beaks and generally trying to trip me and complicate my leap over the aforementioned stream.
Anyway, enough to say I made the leap and looked back to see a pond where all the white ducks and yellow ducklings were happily swimming. Ordinarily, I might have dropped dead at that point (and woken up) but I consciously willed myself to continue exploring the landscape.
I returned back up the grassy hill to the place where the dream had begun and over the crest of that hill was a building I remembered from my youth. It was a large, wooden hall that had been relatively derelict when I was young (and used as a place where I enjoyed learning gymnastics) but was now fully renovated. The outside was festooned with Christmas lights and inside, through large smoked glass windows, I could see many people dining. They didn't appear to be all that happy and I had no desire to try and get inside to be with them. So, I stood there outside for a while and just looked at them.
What does all this mean? Fucked if I know but in the coming weeks and months I'm going to spend time keeping track of these dreams and possibly doing a bit of Jungian self-analysis.
In another brief dream earlier in the night last night, I dreamed that I woke up in bed with a woman I nearly married way back when. She was naked and quite a bit more plump than I remembered her. There wasn't any particular feeling of attraction and she seemed somewhat lost to be in my bed.
I've had two dreams about armageddon, both involving space craft filling the sky and readying themselves to destroy the planet. In the first (which I had several years ago) they were right overhead and I could almost touch them in the sky above. In a version of the same experienced a couple of nights ago, I was camping with Mrs Me on a hill with a view of the ocean and the space craft lit up the sky, but they were much higher and green laser fireworks were directed to a resort hotel many miles away, but still close enough to feel a sense of impending doom. Despite all the noise, I had to physically wake Mrs Me to show her the fireworks display.
Again, what does all of this mean? No idea. It's all very exhillerating though.
See, the biggest problem I, and by extension God, face on a daily basis is boredom. When you have unlimited power, how do you create a situation that has real suspense and mystery to it? One possible answer is to create a metaphorical machine with a button labeled 'surprise'. After hitting this button, I can forget I'm really God and believe I am Me, or you, or Adolph Hitler or perhaps some dirt-poor peasant in Africa. In this way I can have real adventures until I die (wake up) and remember who I really am: God.
I actually have such a machine and it's been working overtime lately generating dreams. Trouble is I feel the machine is becoming faulty because I'm finding myself more and more able to move about within my dreams and manipulate situations to my own liking, meaning, this newly found control is spoiling my sense of surprise and adventure.
That isn't to say my dreams have become dull. They're as thrilling as ever and have recurring themes of armageddon (flying saucers filling a dark sky and raining down thunderbolts), vast underground caverns filled with railway tracks and derelict train carriages, lush green grass fields intersected with fast flowing, deep streams that I'm easily able to traverse, and ducks.
Yes, the ducks caught me by surprise last night. There were dozens of them ranging from ducklings to fully grown drakes, all waddling along the same path I walked. They were mostly yellow and little or large white ones with yellow beaks and were happy enough. But there were also several mid-sized ducks that were blue. Not just any blue but specifically Wedgewood Blue with a kind of Laura May white pattern print. They were angry little buggers that persisted in grabbing at the legs of my jeans with their beaks and generally trying to trip me and complicate my leap over the aforementioned stream.
Anyway, enough to say I made the leap and looked back to see a pond where all the white ducks and yellow ducklings were happily swimming. Ordinarily, I might have dropped dead at that point (and woken up) but I consciously willed myself to continue exploring the landscape.
I returned back up the grassy hill to the place where the dream had begun and over the crest of that hill was a building I remembered from my youth. It was a large, wooden hall that had been relatively derelict when I was young (and used as a place where I enjoyed learning gymnastics) but was now fully renovated. The outside was festooned with Christmas lights and inside, through large smoked glass windows, I could see many people dining. They didn't appear to be all that happy and I had no desire to try and get inside to be with them. So, I stood there outside for a while and just looked at them.
What does all this mean? Fucked if I know but in the coming weeks and months I'm going to spend time keeping track of these dreams and possibly doing a bit of Jungian self-analysis.
In another brief dream earlier in the night last night, I dreamed that I woke up in bed with a woman I nearly married way back when. She was naked and quite a bit more plump than I remembered her. There wasn't any particular feeling of attraction and she seemed somewhat lost to be in my bed.
I've had two dreams about armageddon, both involving space craft filling the sky and readying themselves to destroy the planet. In the first (which I had several years ago) they were right overhead and I could almost touch them in the sky above. In a version of the same experienced a couple of nights ago, I was camping with Mrs Me on a hill with a view of the ocean and the space craft lit up the sky, but they were much higher and green laser fireworks were directed to a resort hotel many miles away, but still close enough to feel a sense of impending doom. Despite all the noise, I had to physically wake Mrs Me to show her the fireworks display.
Again, what does all of this mean? No idea. It's all very exhillerating though.