.... God stood me up.

[wolven7]

Dreams of a Meeting, with an old, senile Creator. Two. The first one, he started at me, for a while, and time started moving backward. The second, he forgot about me completely, and there was another tour through The Halls of Creation, which was like this giant museum/train station thing, with a giant clock in the main lobby. damnedsaint, his girl, and saxshooter were on the tour of businessmen, going by, being treated, pointedly, with more respect than i was getting, byt the stuffy little officiaries, around the place. They ignored me, because they knew that i was waiting for the Creator, and that they couldn't do shit for me. (Peter Gabriel - [Darkness]). So i said Fuck it, and i left, the second time. Knowing that i'd need to be back. I went to Hell, and wandered/sulked, for a bit and felt like there were things that were Mine, in the very fabric of the Hall, back where i was....

There was more and Other, but it was all very, very strange.

That is all.

{David Bowie - [The Heart's Filthy Lesson]--- Oh, I also fell asleep, watching "Se7en," but that was the section of dream Before this one. I woke up and went back to sleep, before i had this dream. Later.}

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[mendori.livejournal.com]

The Watchmaker Creator -

In the begining, the Creator crafted the universe as the ultimate Clockwork. From the smallest quantum vibarations, to the turning of the great Galactic Gears, each part of the mechanism worked in time with the others, keeping a Pulse of Progression, the Tick of Time.
But due to flaws in the materials, the Universe needs winding, like any clockwork. Heat and Entropy slow the gears, and the springs of the spirals unwind into the globs of stellar death and singularity.
Thus, the Creator would, from time to time, Winde the Universe. The Great Miracles of old were instances of those. The Great Changes were the results. Even on the microscopic (relative) scale of Life's existences, these Windings made an impact. Things would, for a time, run fast, and clean, and pure. Then, they would slow, gradually, and Life would slow, until the next Winding.
But now, the Creator does not Winde the Universe any longer. He/She/It has forgoten/lost this most perfect of clockworks, as an old man would loose his pocket watch in his senility. And now, the universe runs down, slowly, eternally, until at last the clockwork will stop.

The world has moved on.... the Creator has forgotten to winde us back up again... Time loses its Tick, and grows slopy... the seasons forget themselves, stars die young, or live too long... eventually the great Spiral Gears will fail, and fall asunder, and all will be Entropy and Singularity.

It was from this that the Creator made the great clockwork. The next Creator will make again a Universe from the ruins of reality. And the Tick will Tick. And Time will run.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

We can only hope that, whatever the next is, It remembers. See? This is why i prefer more drasitic means. Perpetual motion, progression to pure understanding, Utter Destruction. Rinse. Repeat.

There is still the matter of figuring out what the hell It (In the form of a senile old man, pre his Howard Hughes-esque death, in the Tower, last summer) wanted with me. He kept saying that it was really important, and that he needed to talk to me about something. And, the first time, he simply Sat there. Staring. Time Ticked and Swept Backward, while he was staring at me, if only for a few cosmically related seconds...

And, also, i think that this is where i was trying to Get, in the dream from yesterday. Where i was trying to take bus, train, crashing car, anything, so long as it got me there. They feel the same. Same smell, and texture.

[mendori.livejournal.com]

It never remembers. Creators are born, age, and die - just on a much longer time scale. Schale.. odd typo. Anyway. May perhaps, it was trying to show you how to Winde.. or maybe to show you why It Cant, any longer.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

.......... Do you have any idea how much i DIS. LIKE. those implications? Because they're there, by damnit... They're there....