God Explained

My picture of God

I know you have all been continually wondering about the biggest question in the universe, relax, finally I can give you the answer.
For a while I have been oscillating between ‘god’ and ‘no god’, currently in the ‘no god’ position, the hurdle of ‘where god came from’ proving too big a jump. (not sure about that now, let’s keep it open).
But, suppose humanity keeps on evolving in body, energy and mind for the next billion years or so. Not just us, but the whole universe of life forms, and just perhaps all these civilizations come together and evolve into a fantastic entity called god. Alternatively, we manage to ‘build’ a god like being capable of creating universes etc. Pretty stiff remit I admit.
I accept that Occam’s Razor would frown on such a scenario (perhaps not) but it would probably have done likewise to the idea of mobile phones 500 years ago.
But time is on the side of such a tremendous transition.
My grasp was always tenuous of the concept of a (possible) infinite time stretching backwards and forwards from the present, although the big bang seems to have occurred a finite time ago. The end of this universe also is reckoned to be a finite time in the future.
In an effort to neaten things up a bit, perhaps the past and the future coincide, time being a continuous loop. This scenario is, I believe, not too unlikely, but alas, no easier to grasp.
So, the god of the future, our distant relation, or, built by a distant future universal conglomerate, is the one that created this universe.
And so it goes on.
Further, heaven and hell could be in private ownership, run by the highest or lowest bidder. This is facetious of course but the idea could be expanded almost indefinitely.
I am sure that philosophers have talked about this stuff for thousands of years and probably equates to 1st year studies or less.
It's just a musing.

The Eurofighter

I was camping on the site of a Tesco car park, with sons C and R. There was a loud roar and a Eurofighter appeared overhead and circled our tent at an altitude of only 100 feet. We all ducked down thinking it was going to crash.

The plane then swivelled vertically and landed on its tail, taking off again with a tremendous roar, flames belching from its exhausts.

The fighter then circled again, its pilot giving us a wave, before roaring off into the distance.

All done by computer except, possibly, the wave.

Aeroplanes, Robbers and Exams

I was in an aircraft, light blue in colour, inside and out. It was a small passenger plane piloted by a friend of mine. We came into land on South Street, in the middle of the town. Pedestrians, cars and buses scurried out of the way.
A good landing with around a foot to spare each side.
A short time later there was a commotion in the street ahead. A bank robbery was in progress. Some people had been injured.
I strode up to the three robbers and shot them with a repeating shot gun that had materialised in my hand.
Not long afterwards I sat in a cafe and a friend arrived happily telling me that she had almost passed her university course, just one more easy final exam after lunch. We celebrated over a cup of tea.
An average morning in the life of the Snoring Man.

The Unexpected Visitor

I worked in a big office, not the boss but quite high up, present day.
We got word that Heinrich Himmler, German SS leader was to pay us a visit.
All the other staff then ran out of the building with the exception of myself who remained.
Himmler duly arrived in full uniform and we shook hands.
I showed him round the office, as he had requested, and he seemed genuinely interested in all the various operations.
I had a vague idea of who he was, but perhaps the others had a better grasp of what he had been involved in during the war.
Perhaps their reaction to run away was the sensible course of action.
I was perhaps too gullible or trusting.
Anyway we seemed to get on well and made ourselves a cup of tea.
I was unaware that he had commited suicide near the end of the war.

Dream on Ben Nevis

I was making a jogging ascent of Ben Nevis (unlikely, even in my prime).
The problem was that I was wearing a pair of brown leather town shoes.
I remember these shoes as I wore them in the sixties.
They were not designed for the Ben.
As I ascended, rather slowly, I had to download a black and white dream into my brain.
This kept me busy and I tended to forget my feet.
Makes perfect sense.

Rabbits and the Planning Department

I was out on the back garden of my old council house, watching my two pet rabbits annoy the next door neighbour. The rabbits had a door that led straight onto his garden.
I agreed with his request to remove the door.
I also resolved to improve their water supply which was in an old sink on top of a small brick mountain.
Suddenly three men in suits appeared, with clipboards and measuring tapes. The local planning officers no less. Such superb service.
One immediately started measuring the back garden, marking off triangles.
The others asked for my mother, who was in the house, trying on fur coats and hats with my auntie.
One of the officers shouted, "Its me"
As my mother appeared, he said, "Remember me, it's Mr Mee?"
A hopeful start.

Green Flag Oak

I was in a big old house, comfortable, with a lot of varnished wood and leather furniture.
Several people were there as well but the owner seemed a gaunt old soldier, bit scary. The atmosphere in general was vaguely threatening.
I went upstairs and exited by a back door which led directly onto a green field sloping upwards. Another person was beside me.
Near the top of the field was a huge, ancient, oak tree. Around 100 feet up was a hollow part of the tree. Sticking out of the hollow was a tattered green flag. It looked like a wooden figure was also in the hollow, perhaps holding the flag.
Suddenly the figure jumped down from the tree and ran towards us.
It then became two, then four, finally five.
They were weird creatures, half human, half tree like. (Dryads?)
They spoke to us a lot (don't remember what).
One ran off (the original one?) into the house. I told the others it was dangerous in the house and I would go and get him (her?) back.
One said not to bother as he would use the Dyrac (or Dirac) technique to get him back. He spoke into his hand and the adventurer suddenly reappeared alongside us.
I was quite intrigued by the whole episode but then woke up.

Cycles and Sheds

I bought myself a new bike. Dreamt of doing this before.
Maybe I should follow my own advice.
Anyway, the new bike was a racing model with very narrow wheels.
I gave it a whirl, it could go very fast, even faster as I narrowed the wheels down a bit.
I found I could do this by pure thought. Handy.
I was going faster and faster.
I then became aware that if the wheels were too narrow they would just cut into the road.
So, I achieved a happy but zippy medium.
Zoom . . .
I also found that I had materialised a new bike shed in the middle of the garden. Blocked the view a bit but perhaps materialisers can't be choosers.
Not yet . . .

A Present of Firewood

I was back at my old house. My ex girlfriend lived there. She looked great, suntanned and really attractive.
A whole load of firewood lay on waste ground nearby. It had been pulled out of the 'haunted house' in the woods.
The man who had pulled the firewood out was a gaunt old woodsman.
He told me to take some down to my ex girlfriend. I took a huge piece which was easy to cut up.
She was unimpressed.
There was an old cart with other items from the haunted house. I found an old fiddle in a leather case which had two sound holes rather than the normal one.
I thought I might pinch it for myself.
I hid it in the hallway of my ex's house.
Silly place really.

Car with a little extra.

I was looking at a new car in a showroom. It was a shiny blue hatchback.
There were tiny patches of tastefully coloured glass on the side of the door.
I peered through the glass and saw that the interior was much larger than what the outside would suggest.
Inside, a large curved kitchen was visible, plus loads of food on shelves, looked excellent.
Thought I might just buy it.

Virtually a Ladder

I was trapped on top of a tall building or tower, been there for ages.
I looked over the wall and saw a steel ladder, fixed vertically to the wall, descending to ground level about 60 feet below.
Why had I not seen it before? Possibly because it seemed to blend with the stonework. Was it really there?
I swung myself over the wall, grasped the top rung and started to descend. The rungs were hard to hold onto as they were so close to the wall.
Suddenly my heart lurched, the ladder was no longer there, just stone work. I was gripping onto stone edges. Please come back. Then the ladder gradually reformed, but hazily. I descended even faster before it or I decided it wasn't there again.
Perhaps the world is what you make it.

That sinking feeling.

I was on the surface of a wide river or sea inlet beside a wall of seaweed. I started to sink down and down, passing an undulating wall of greenery.
The water was unnaturally clear and I started to feel disorientated.
Was I going up or down? What way should bubbles go?
I started to panic, the amount of water around me seemed immense.
I tried to struggle back to the surface but I think I just got myself deeper.
Sounds familiar.

Probably influenced by a recent kayak trip to the Tay rail bridge.

The Race

The race was on.
I had another man for company.
We were to race against another team, all men.
We set off at a punishing pace.
A huge empty church loomed ahead.
We decided to cut through the church.
The other team went round to its right.
The church was in complete darkness. My companion stayed near the door. I raced on down the aisle hoping my way was clear.
I ran and ran, but could not reach the other side of the church. I kept on running and shouted over my shoulder to my companion.
I was stunned when I heard his voice beside me. He was still near the entrance. All my running had got me nowhere.
I could never cross the church.
We had lost.
Can't imagine what the moral might be!

Floating Visions

I was somewhere in the north of the world, walking along a river bank, heading upstream. I was with my son Callum.
It was a wide river, swift flowing.
Coming down stream were several floating trees, branches and bushes.
The frequency of this floating foliage increased.
Amongst them were round bushes. Closer inspection revealed that they were concealing egg shaped transparent boats. Within each egg was a woman in blue robes facing backwards. The branches were an attempt to camouflage the eggs.
They looked quite magical.
Callum waded out into the river, seemingly attempting to get a better mobile signal.
He fell face down into the water. I dived in to save him and pulled him ashore.
Most unlikely as he is a far better swimmer than myself.