May 13, 2020 22:22
This morning I had a strange dream that I was walking through a college building which had suffered a time explosion.
The building was a 4-story brick building in a U-shape. I was told it had succumbed to an experiment gone wrong: part of the building was in the present but part in the future.
I was told you could travel to the future by walking down certain corridors, but that it was unknown if you could travel back.
The transition point did not look any different. It was not as if you could see the future by just looking down the hall. We didn't see people on the other side wearing futuristic clothing. In fact we didn't see people at all. It was like the explosion took the people there away and only the building of the present was left--empty and still.
In fact, it was really not known what happened if you went down that corridor. To others in the present you would disappear. Was it really the future or another place...or oblivion? No one knew.
They knew enough that the explosion took place and that the intent was to time travel...but it was supposed to be a more controlled experiment. That was the only reason they thought that past that point you would find yourself in the future.
In my dream I walked through and, indeed, I was still in the same building. However, I could look back and see the people on the other side just as I had left them, but they were completely still. It was not actually the future I was in, but no time at all? It was frozen time, no time...yet also infinite time. For those in the present, no time had passed, yet down the hallway I could spend as much time as I wanted doing whatever I wanted.
Would I grow old, or would my own bodily processes also not change. How was that even possible?
I also couldn't get back. They were correct: it did not appear one could return. The point of transition was transparent and you could see the strange expressions of those left behind, but if you pass your arm or leg through, nothing could be felt. I even put my head through and saw and heard nothing. It was not dark nor light nor any color. It was like my optic nerves had stopped working or the part of the brain that had gone through had stopped working. To attempt return through there, then, was probably instant oblivion.
But what was this world of infinite time, and was its physical space finite or also infinite?
That was something I pondered as I woke from this dream.
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