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Nov. 17th, 2004 08:22 amHad really quite an interesting dream; after some fairly traditional randomness with trying to park a car and finding a shower and trying to go to sleep, everyone showed up in a big hall with some strange guy in robes with a glowing white gem in the middle of his forehead. He announced he'd come to judge us all, and sent the Christians and the Jews to 'heaven', most other people to some unnamed middle place, and a few people disappeared, apparently to 'hell' (or maybe they were just hiding in some other part of the middle place, because that one was as big as the world is now).
Heaven was basically like the real world except that nothing went wrong, at least not badly wrong, and everyone reverted to whatever age they'd liked themselves best at, except without the accumilated illnesses they had, unless they defined themselves by them in which case they were just mitigated significantly. (e.g. there were still one or two people in wheelchairs but they had really *good* wheelchairs.) There was a big grassy field and a library and a temple, and many nice little houses of all descriptions, and a big 'shopping centre' which was more like just a supply depot because you just went and picked up what you wanted - there was no concept of paying for things - and forest around the edges.
I went to explore the temple, and found this grand old room with lots of interesting things in, like a banquetting hall crossed with one of those pubs full of random old trinkets. In the middle there was one table which had a chest of three drawers on; eventually I worked out how to open them. About the time I did (and thought I'd broken the chest of drawers!) I noticed that the priest-guy was watching me. He was definitely doing the creepy silent-monk-standing-around thing. When he saw that I'd noticed him, he nodded slightly, as if to reassure me. I looked through the drawers, but all I found was a handful of broken glass. It cut into my hand, but it both hurt and it didn't. It only took on those aspects of pain which are not necessarily bad.
I dropped the glass and picked the rest out of my hand, which healed immediately, and looked at the priest guy. He seemed to be waiting for something, expecting me to do something. I ran out of the room and out of the temple and fell over in the middle of the grassy field, and I began to cry.
When I noticed anything again, there was a youngish guy with blonde hair crouching next to me. "You okay?" he asked.
We decided that we should go to the supermarket because I hadn't eaten much lately. I barely noticed him actually paying for the food. Then we went to the library, but I couldn't take out a CD because they gave them out on six-month loans on two days of the year. I hadn't noticed that before. Then we went for a walk across the field and he told me about how he'd been about ready to die, and he'd gone into the cave which contains the staircase which goes down to Hell, but the priest-guy had been waiting there for him, and convinced him to go to heaven instead.
I wondered aloud why anyone would stay anywhere else if they could get to Heaven that easily, and he smiled in a slightly pained fashion. "Heaven never changes," he said, "and you can never be better than anyone else." I didn't quite understand. He invited me to help on a construction project to see what he meant, and I agreed. (This bit of the dream then linked up with parking the car, because it was the same car-park we went to.) We went to the edge of the field, and down a flight of steps that I had never quite noticed before. We met some vans and got hard hats and shovels, and went across to the building site. They were building something that looked like a Colosseum. When I asked what it was for, my guide just smiled.
I woke up about then, and half-awake worked out that if you left heaven you couldn't return. I also wondered where some of the other people in the hall had got to;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tienelle and ilanin were definitely there in the hall, and I lost track of them in the rest of the dream.
Heaven was basically like the real world except that nothing went wrong, at least not badly wrong, and everyone reverted to whatever age they'd liked themselves best at, except without the accumilated illnesses they had, unless they defined themselves by them in which case they were just mitigated significantly. (e.g. there were still one or two people in wheelchairs but they had really *good* wheelchairs.) There was a big grassy field and a library and a temple, and many nice little houses of all descriptions, and a big 'shopping centre' which was more like just a supply depot because you just went and picked up what you wanted - there was no concept of paying for things - and forest around the edges.
I went to explore the temple, and found this grand old room with lots of interesting things in, like a banquetting hall crossed with one of those pubs full of random old trinkets. In the middle there was one table which had a chest of three drawers on; eventually I worked out how to open them. About the time I did (and thought I'd broken the chest of drawers!) I noticed that the priest-guy was watching me. He was definitely doing the creepy silent-monk-standing-around thing. When he saw that I'd noticed him, he nodded slightly, as if to reassure me. I looked through the drawers, but all I found was a handful of broken glass. It cut into my hand, but it both hurt and it didn't. It only took on those aspects of pain which are not necessarily bad.
I dropped the glass and picked the rest out of my hand, which healed immediately, and looked at the priest guy. He seemed to be waiting for something, expecting me to do something. I ran out of the room and out of the temple and fell over in the middle of the grassy field, and I began to cry.
When I noticed anything again, there was a youngish guy with blonde hair crouching next to me. "You okay?" he asked.
We decided that we should go to the supermarket because I hadn't eaten much lately. I barely noticed him actually paying for the food. Then we went to the library, but I couldn't take out a CD because they gave them out on six-month loans on two days of the year. I hadn't noticed that before. Then we went for a walk across the field and he told me about how he'd been about ready to die, and he'd gone into the cave which contains the staircase which goes down to Hell, but the priest-guy had been waiting there for him, and convinced him to go to heaven instead.
I wondered aloud why anyone would stay anywhere else if they could get to Heaven that easily, and he smiled in a slightly pained fashion. "Heaven never changes," he said, "and you can never be better than anyone else." I didn't quite understand. He invited me to help on a construction project to see what he meant, and I agreed. (This bit of the dream then linked up with parking the car, because it was the same car-park we went to.) We went to the edge of the field, and down a flight of steps that I had never quite noticed before. We met some vans and got hard hats and shovels, and went across to the building site. They were building something that looked like a Colosseum. When I asked what it was for, my guide just smiled.
I woke up about then, and half-awake worked out that if you left heaven you couldn't return. I also wondered where some of the other people in the hall had got to;
tienelle and ilanin were definitely there in the hall, and I lost track of them in the rest of the dream.
