Rabbit Hole Day: WTF?

I don't know what the hell happened. Just finished my exercises, watching TV. Hit my elbow on something getting up, and... then I was here. Bare room... crappy bed... weird smell... for all intents and purposes, it seems I'm in my own alternaljournal, items and all... right now I see my duffel bag on the floor, and I can read over all my old journal entries in this notebook.

I must have.. I don't know, hit my head and be hallucinating, but the same reasoning as I've used earlier makes me thing that's not possible. I'm reading and writing, for one thing. What the heck am I going to do now?

Of course what I can't help being pissed at is... this happened today. I mean, this is a somewhat unpleasant time here... if I was going to somehow find myself in my own alternaljournal, why couldn't it have happened after I'd gotten around to writing in a love interest for myself?

January 27, 2005 is LiveJournal Rabbit-Hole Day "Let's have a day where nobody's life makes sense anymore, where any random LJ you click on will bring you some strange new tale. Let's all fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what's there. It will be beautiful." More information

RHD 2: Freaking ridiculous

Now I'm on yet _another_ world. Well, Earth, actually, but not my Earth.

No sooner had I left my house in my alternaljournal reality... well, a little after that, I'd crossed a street, felt a pain or something in my foot... and then I was in a mansion.

It took me a few minutes to figure out... I was in The X-Mansion. Shortly after that, I figured out I was in some reality based on XET - I met Nat there, and she called me 'Kirk'. Bit confused, but I went with it, and then found some time off myself... I tried summoning my.. well, Kirk's avatars. They appeared, looking just like I imagined them, which is actually weirder than I imagined them when you see them.

The thing is, they were angry. Maybe they somehow sensed that I wasn't Kirk... or maybe it was subconscious feedback. But anyway, one got close and then took a swipe at me with claws. I dodged back just in time and saw the other swooping for me, so I turned and ran... and they were gone, the mansion was gone... and I was sitting around this dying fire in a ruined out building. Outside, there's a city, but no apparent people... flipping through this journal before me, a plague's been here, wiped out most of the population sometime in the last few years.

So far all these scenarios have in common is they're alternate lives I've imagined for myself. But I don't know when or how I'll jump again. Have I become 'unstuck' in reality? Moving to 'nearby' realities or unreality (nearby in the sense that my mind comprehends them)? I don't even know why I'm writing this... probably jump again any moment, and my journal entries don't come with me.. This could almost be cool if I could find a way to choose my destination and stabilize myself. For the moment though, all I can do is sit back and read until something else happens.

RHD3: Unstuck In Unreality

I must have been in ten more realities since I was last able to write... which I'm doing now on a letterhead with my name on it. Anyway, I've been on the run from zombies, been in various TV shows and books, been a rock god, been in several very nearly (damnit) compromising positions... my early theory is correct... every one of these unrealities is part of some alternate life I've imagined for myself (although, oddly, often some time has passed from the last point I imagined myself in them). I now think I know what causes me to shift from one to the other...

It's like the lucid dream rules - pain or intense emotion such as excitement (damnit) or fear, instead of 'waking me up', move me into an entirely new reality. The only chance I may have of staying in any one reality is to try and clamp down on my emotions entirely.... well, that's not true, there are other chances... some of these unrealities have magic or high tech or other weird stuff... if I can find one and explain my situation, maybe they'll be able to come up with something that sticks me there.

Right now, though, I seem to be an executive of a TV network... Firefly is still an ongoing series, but I'm afraid of seeing an episode and either being so amazed I jump or being so disappointed at how the quality has gone down that I jump. The irony. There are also a half dozen other cool sounding shows on the production schedule, including at least one I think I created all by myself.

RHD Conclusion: Home again, Home again, Jiggity Jig

Well, 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!