Very strange dream last night.
A brick in the basement of the house I was living in was locked, relative to The Multiverse.
The brick had existed in all possible worlds, in the same relative position, all the time since it had been placed there.
Like a stone in a fast moving stream, its immovable object created eddies in the irresistible flow of space-time. Nothing that dramatic it seemed, just echoes of past and future conversations.
Also notably, a lot of kipple – things from the future that had become obsolete and consigned to the basement.
I'd had a lot of grilled cheese last night before bed.
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