I once imagined a world that was nothing at all, and I was Oblivion incarnate; Death was my wife, and we had been before there was anything else. Such was one of my fantasies in my grand madness. I imagined that even God drew his source from that which was Oblivion, namely, me. The idea wasn't entirely original, though; I had read about this Oblivion in the flesh (so to speak) in a comic book (pairing myself with Death was mine, however — and she was cast, of course, as Rosanna Arquette). My madness seemingly took its playing pieces from random swatches of my experience. (Come to think of it in retrospect, a lot of my philosophy back when drew its source from comic books — simplistic but catchy, easily digested and remembered.) Anyway, the story went that the creation of the universe and everything in it somehow came about when Death had left me before the beginning of time, which led to the explosion of the pre-temporal realm which was inhabited (and held together, apparently) by the two Oblivion and Death, and I had awakened in this body in search of her... I had found her, after all these eons, born on earth like me.
One interesting storyline twist was like a plotline from a cheesy 50's sci-fi story: I imagined that I saw her materialize in my mind, Death in her female guise — my (Oblivion's) wife — and what she said was, "Hey! I learned how to teleport!" I was here to catch her where she appeared; she, innocently, blinking out of the pre-temporal realm just out as far as she could go, not realizing that that realm would all ruin in rupture without her being there the Yin to my Yang. I never liked that outcome to the story, and even if I had nothing else with which to end that plot, I preferred it up in the air rather than that kind of a tricky storyline. Better, sometimes, not to know how the story ends: still full of potential, still a place and time where anything could happen — because it just might.
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9:07am saturday, 1st march
This really captures my imagination.
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11:32am saturday, 1st march
Intresting!
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9:52pm saturday, 1st march
After seeing the picture of Rosanne Arquette i can understand why you chose to imagine her,she is quite pretty.Didnt know anything bout her before seeing her here.. The fact that you took a lot of things from comic books i find enchanting.It is quite peculiar when thinking bout it.Does it happen in the awaking in morning that you,in the postdream state still think you are,as you refere to it,nuts.Kinda before you realize all is a fiction and that you have recovered.That all is just fragments from the dreaming night??Coz even `normal`people wake up believing,fully or only partially that their dream is reality(like when having dreamt you are in a far place, stranded.Or that your family has been killed by an insane massmurderer,so you pace out into the livingroom to check if it is for real for instans)..it takes the mind a few minutes to set to the awaking self,where it easily can separate truth from fiction..So i suppose you are a bit afraid in the awakening if having experienced this,in the minutes after having faced that it was only a dream??A few people i have spoken with regarding this find this upsetting..it seems to be a problem both with the `sane`and those `less in touch with reality`!?!
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