Re: Why life is like it is.
In the middle of a bored craze last night I created:
Well a few days ago, I had a dream, there was a world in that dream, I wasn't in it, but there was a world, with many people and alien creatures on it, living in harmony talking, coversing, buying, selling, working and playing. And then I woke up, I wondered what happened to my little world? What happened? I must know, I ACTUALLY got slightly worried for the world (A kind of worry you get when your 360 or computer makes a random rubbing noise) but deep down, I knew that I probably couldn't dream it back, and I missed the pitter-patter of feet on my brain world, and a daydream just doesn't feel the same.......... But, my hypothesis is this:
1. In the dream, I followed for what felt like days these people, seeing them, they were from all manner of instinct, personality, mentality and problems. Of all ethnic groups in our world plus a couple more (Includign an obviously Sci-Fi inspired green ethnic) they researched, found thigns, made theories to their existence, their past, and they worked towards their future.
2. If I can dream the same, and it seem so real to me, and seem so real to the people my imagination created, who is to say we aren't part of someones dream? What will happen when he wakes up? Or has he already?
3. I know it is semi-retarded, but I foudn it interesting and a fun thing to ponder.
