Imaris
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I used to be some kind of head of army supply. We traded in everything: food, household goods, electronics, and so on. I don't understand how this relates to the army at all. Anyway, I had to go around Moscow and check all our stores. I had a cap with a very long brim – it had the names of the departments and their managers written on it (I was supposed to fill in the names with a pen). So, I walked around Moscow and checked everything.
I remember meeting some dying guy in the city. I helped him die so he wouldn't suffer: I told him that my old car was here (the one I drove to him. Before that, I had badly damaged it in some kind of accident, details are missing), and he could take it and crash somewhere. So, he took it and crashed. Somehow, he drove it into the subway and was hit by a train.
In the end, everything turned into another bout of melancholy – I dreamed of my parents. They've been bothering me in my dreams. It went like this: it turned out that I had been driving around Moscow without leaving my computer, and I drove around until half-past three in the morning. Then I left the room for some reason, walked past my parents' room, and they were muttering something about me not sleeping and playing some game. Well, then Justice kicked in, because I wasn't playing, I was busy with important things!!1 Anyway, I finished them, and the computer was supposed to turn off. It was supposed to, but it didn't, it only turned off on the fifth try) and I went to sleep.
In the morning, I got a call, I answered, and started dozing off. It was like a lucid dream.
I was going to Heaven. The road there was like a parabola. I had to go down first, then up. Above me was the Earth, and I was, apparently, in space. The parabola went from one end of the Earth to the other, but it didn't touch it – there was quite a distance.
I enter Heaven. There's no one there. Clouds, some kind of houses, probably residential. Then, someone appeared, no, not God himself, but somehow Jesus Christ. At least, in my dream, that's how I understood it. He was sitting with a bored look, his hand supporting his chin, there was some kind of cup next to him, and a book was lying a little further away. Jesus was taller than an ordinary person, but not huge.
In front of him was a short but high table. He pointed at it with his hand, telling me to sit down. I wanted to, but there were no chairs! And the table was almost taller than me. But I still sat down – cross-legged. Then Jesus materialized a chair for me. A tall one, like in a bar. I somehow climbed onto it and fell – because he dematerialized the chair again) And he even giggled after that at his joke. I stood there, thought, and then turned around and went to the exit. I also thought: "This isn't the Heaven I wanted, I need to find another one!". And I got back on that road-parabola. And I also had the thought that the road to Heaven goes through Hell, because the parabola goes down (there was such gravity, even though the Earth was above).
By the way, in the Earth-parabola system, there were other similar roads, I don't know what they are and where they lead.
I remember meeting some dying guy in the city. I helped him die so he wouldn't suffer: I told him that my old car was here (the one I drove to him. Before that, I had badly damaged it in some kind of accident, details are missing), and he could take it and crash somewhere. So, he took it and crashed. Somehow, he drove it into the subway and was hit by a train.
In the end, everything turned into another bout of melancholy – I dreamed of my parents. They've been bothering me in my dreams. It went like this: it turned out that I had been driving around Moscow without leaving my computer, and I drove around until half-past three in the morning. Then I left the room for some reason, walked past my parents' room, and they were muttering something about me not sleeping and playing some game. Well, then Justice kicked in, because I wasn't playing, I was busy with important things!!1 Anyway, I finished them, and the computer was supposed to turn off. It was supposed to, but it didn't, it only turned off on the fifth try) and I went to sleep.
In the morning, I got a call, I answered, and started dozing off. It was like a lucid dream.
I was going to Heaven. The road there was like a parabola. I had to go down first, then up. Above me was the Earth, and I was, apparently, in space. The parabola went from one end of the Earth to the other, but it didn't touch it – there was quite a distance.
I enter Heaven. There's no one there. Clouds, some kind of houses, probably residential. Then, someone appeared, no, not God himself, but somehow Jesus Christ. At least, in my dream, that's how I understood it. He was sitting with a bored look, his hand supporting his chin, there was some kind of cup next to him, and a book was lying a little further away. Jesus was taller than an ordinary person, but not huge.
In front of him was a short but high table. He pointed at it with his hand, telling me to sit down. I wanted to, but there were no chairs! And the table was almost taller than me. But I still sat down – cross-legged. Then Jesus materialized a chair for me. A tall one, like in a bar. I somehow climbed onto it and fell – because he dematerialized the chair again) And he even giggled after that at his joke. I stood there, thought, and then turned around and went to the exit. I also thought: "This isn't the Heaven I wanted, I need to find another one!". And I got back on that road-parabola. And I also had the thought that the road to Heaven goes through Hell, because the parabola goes down (there was such gravity, even though the Earth was above).
By the way, in the Earth-parabola system, there were other similar roads, I don't know what they are and where they lead.