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newnumber6Well, I'm back. Weird. Having trouble remembering it even happened... tomorrow I'll probably think it really was a joke.
After another huge number of worlds (including one where I was a drifter in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, and another where I was a drifter in the non-apocalyptic wasteland of the US as part of my 'Long Walk')
Wound up in one of those fantasy worlds, one where I fulfilled some sort of prophecy and so is considered king in all but name, despite my protestations to the contrary and attempts to set up democracy. Contacted one of the wizards there (being very careful not to do anything which would cause me to shift again), explained my scenario, and they were able to use some combination of hypnosis and magic to manage to get me to invent a fictional reality which was exactly like my own, except that I never jumped away, and this was all a silly LJ meme... They then put a blessing on me so that my next jump would land me here, and, well, it did. The theory was that I'd stay here if the imaginary world for myself specifically included not jumping around. And, I did arrive on schedule. And, I hit myself with a ruler to cause enough pain that would hopefully make me jump.. but it didn't. So, I'm here again.
Would have been nice to have been able to control where I was going and how long I stayed, but the wizards didn't think it was possible... at least that's what their divining spells said... in that case, crawling out of my rabbit hole and into the (more or less) real world. Except of course for the fading memories. It seems every time I hurt myself or am at a point where I would jump, more and more of my memories of actually having these experiences is being replaced by memories of writing them in my LJ or doing other stuff around the house. Maybe I'll not even believe myself tomorrow... but I've got to write this and try... BELIEVE IT, ME! IT HAPPENED!
After another huge number of worlds (including one where I was a drifter in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, and another where I was a drifter in the non-apocalyptic wasteland of the US as part of my 'Long Walk')
Wound up in one of those fantasy worlds, one where I fulfilled some sort of prophecy and so is considered king in all but name, despite my protestations to the contrary and attempts to set up democracy. Contacted one of the wizards there (being very careful not to do anything which would cause me to shift again), explained my scenario, and they were able to use some combination of hypnosis and magic to manage to get me to invent a fictional reality which was exactly like my own, except that I never jumped away, and this was all a silly LJ meme... They then put a blessing on me so that my next jump would land me here, and, well, it did. The theory was that I'd stay here if the imaginary world for myself specifically included not jumping around. And, I did arrive on schedule. And, I hit myself with a ruler to cause enough pain that would hopefully make me jump.. but it didn't. So, I'm here again.
Would have been nice to have been able to control where I was going and how long I stayed, but the wizards didn't think it was possible... at least that's what their divining spells said... in that case, crawling out of my rabbit hole and into the (more or less) real world. Except of course for the fading memories. It seems every time I hurt myself or am at a point where I would jump, more and more of my memories of actually having these experiences is being replaced by memories of writing them in my LJ or doing other stuff around the house. Maybe I'll not even believe myself tomorrow... but I've got to write this and try... BELIEVE IT, ME! IT HAPPENED!
