I probably think about these things way too much....
You are, however, my hero for being able to admit that. ;)
Oh, I hate those wormholes! I've run into a few myself. Like the time I walked through 1960 for one block (nothing was being filmed, I SWEAR)...
It's a weird feeling, no doubt. I've done it before and it freaks me out every time.
Don't ya just LOVE those little spatial-temporal holes you stumble through every now and again? (NOT!)
It is very freaky. I am weirded out every time.
@neo: Should I take the red or the blue pill?
@neo: I think I'm taking the red pill
@neo: HOLY SHIT MY HAND IS MELTING
@cypher: RT @neo Why oh why didn't I take the BLUE pill?
And the filet mignon is MUCH better here...
2010-08-19 11:35 pm (UTC)
That experience doesn't strike me as something that Morpheus would do. On the other hand, if I were you I'd be on the lookout for an enormous pencil in Bugs Bunny's gigantic hand.
Bugs Bunny haunting my life would be FAR more amusing.
2010-08-20 12:05 am (UTC)
Daffy might disagree with you, there.
If the world is the Matrix, then why bother being nice to people?
2010-08-20 12:05 am (UTC)
The same reason that you should be nice to people even though you are going to die someday.
Because we can't be sure.
In my family we call those moments "dimension shifts". It's like you hopped from one dimension to another and back again. We use the term for these matrixy moments and also for when the people in a conversation have utterly opposing memories about something that happened in the past.
I have had them before. We generally call them "green clock world" because one night I woke up in the middle of the night and was shocked to see that the digital lights on the clock I had owned for years had changed from green to red. Only everyone else around me remembers them always being red. And they remain red to this day. I think I shifted over a dimension permanently.
We use that term too. One time, while doing the dishes, my husband cut himself, sliced his finger wide open. At least, that's what he swears, because after he rinsed it off, there was no cut, no blood, no nothing. He felt pain, and cried out, and said he saw the inside of his finger, but there wasn't even a mark.
I bet that creeped him out!
There is a town I drive through on the average of eleven times a week, it being between home and work.
At least twice a week, I swear, it simply isn't there. It even takes less time BY THE CLOCK the days it isn't there.
It took years of living in this apartment building for me to notice, two blocks away, a different complex. I really had to think How have I not noticed this before? while looking at it. There were a few trees between the complex and the road, but not enough for me to notice just the trees and not the building. And this was on a road I walked along almost every single day. Years to notice. Whoa.
Know the feeling, I do.
Sometimes things do simply escape our attention, but there are other times when it's just...I don't know.....
2010-08-20 02:44 pm (UTC)
A ridiculously long comment ...
I don't need to be a unique and special snowflake in your post-apocalyptic nightmare!
Thank you for this - I laughed so hard I got the hiccups. I said the same exact thing when we first watched The Matrix. Of course, one detail in the 2nd movie pissed me off so badly it ruined the whole series for me: apparently, everyone and their brother can plug in their brain and learn kung fu or how to pilot a helicopter, but no one in Zion can figure out how to knit a $%#@*& sweater without holes for The Chosen One. Everyone's dropping off big ole baskets of fruit and bars of gold and crap at Neo's door, but there isn't a soul in the whole place who can find him something to wear that isn't more hole than shirt, or at the very least, fix the one he's got.
But that's just my little pet peeve.
Since everyone seems to be sharing, here's my wormhole/Matrix/parallel universe story:
One night many years ago, I was driving to a friend's house. Suddenly, I was going south instead of north and it was 45 minutes/1 hour later than it should have been. I have no idea where the time went or how I ended up driving in the opposite direction from when I started out. As far as I know, I don't have multiple personality disorder, so I often wonder if I was abducted by aliens that night. If so, I am forever grateful that their memory wipe/alien rufinol actually worked and I don't recall getting anally probed or whatever.
2010-08-20 03:06 pm (UTC)
Re: A ridiculously long comment ...
I don't even want to get started on the second movie. They should have left it with one because the world-building is hopelessly flawed and does not bear scrutiny.
Your wormhole story is completely creepy. The world is filled with unexplained weirdnesses!
I once left work on a Friday and passed the empty lot that had always been there. When I arrived on Monday, there was no vacant lot on the street. There WAS a hundred and fifty year old falling down house, however.
I was not crazy. Apparently, over the weekend the town had relocated an historic landmark. I must have missed the memo.
I recently had something just like that happen.
I was hiking in Hocking Hills (Southern Ohio, ever been there? :) ) and we were at this rock formation called the Rock House. Its a big solid wall of rock with recessed areas that you can climb around in...
We were making our way through it when we came across a hole. It was completely dark in the cave but the hole was definitely big enough that a person could fall through it and it was right in the middle of a heavily trafficed area. You could see sunlight and trees below it.
My friend that I was with and I were shocked that no one had come to board this over or something, we didn't exam it very closely, we were very high up and falling through a hole in the rock was not something that seemed like fun, so we avoided it and moved on.
I started feeling very strange and dizzy, and when we made it out of the cave, we passed another group of hikers and warned them about a giant hole in the middle of the floor. They thanked us and went into the cave.
We stopped to rest on a log at a pretty spot at the edge of the creek, and those hikers from earlier passed by and said that they hadn't seen the hole.
I thought that they were joking, because it was 2 feet by 2 feet, a bright empty space right in the middle of the cave floor.
Then I started thinking about it.....
We saw sunlight and trees through this hole...but this cave was cut into a solid rock wall.... if there was a hole in it, it wouldn't have shown sunlight and trees, there would have only been more rock.
I wanted to go back and see if it was really there, but we wound up not having time.
Maybe we missed our doorway into some magic fairy dimension.
Wow. It makes me wonder, too. Damn, that's weird.
My husband shifts dimensions quite often. I know my class ring has always been blue, my birthstone, but he swears when I actually wore it (in high school) that it was red. It leaves me flabbergasted when he remembers events that I know could not have happened. "We went to your mom's the other day." "No, hon, I worked that day." back and forth because he's permanently shifted again! I wonder how many times that can happen before you're in a completely different place?
It's fascinating to realize that I'm not alone in this. I wonder how many of those small "how long has that crack been there?" "always" moments are shifts that we write off.