I’ve got a dream I decided worth noting down, instead of continuing sleeping. I’m exhausted, and need sleep desperately, but I’m not sure I’d be able to have that sleep anyway. And the dream is something I like in its metaphor. Perhaps, I’d find a way of reformulating this to the imagine blog.
I’ve been in a virtual torture chamber. It looked like paradise — what paradise looks like in popular culture — wast spaces, designed with thought and care to make a human comfortable and relaxed. I could spend an eternity there. And I did. There was no escape, and no way of changing anything.
All the time, I was visited by an all-mighty creature, God. It took a form of a man, perhaps someone I hated. Could be he was someone I hated. Or he made me hate him. I was placed in this state, my conscious, and was figuring out the fuck is going on. I’ve been observing me fighting him all the time. It wasn’t even a desperate fight, when you beat someone and there’s on result to it. Like kids do, they can beat you all they want, but that won’t take any real effect in most situations.
He was not attacking me, and somewhat friendly joining me in e.g. having breakfast.