if time were the measurement of change, or frequency that things are changing–what if we lived in a finite universe with a fixed amount of changes that could be made meaning the future is literally the past? Like what if the pyramids were from the future but also became the past somewhere in the middle? The more I think about them the more I dive deep into this fantasy memory of another world. Its a world covered in water and people fight sea monsters on pyramid space ships. You see the bones of these billion year old sea monsters. Just wonder in awe thinking how we are literally preserving a mystery yet to come that we dont fully understand. I think humans were meant to live forever.
I used to have past life memories. They were of a futuristic realm that was like heaven. I would sometimes dream the story of the fall of elysium where the men becamse lustful but it was more than lust. Someone beyond their comprehension directed them and they were tired of being ruled by this upper class heirarchy. I see these characters. I see film screens and music. I also have these recurring vision of a man who was studying angels and had a book or dictionary all about the secret world of angels and time travel. He lived in an alternative universe in my dreams because it was nothing like this one, people had magic schools and studied super powers, very steampunk.
Maybe Im just super creative. But sometimes I think there is more to it something very real to the ability to conjure new realities from the unknown abyss.