Last night, after vomiting my guts out and cleaning my self up, I went back to bed, only to be stuck clearing my throat until it hurt because guess what! I'm sick. Any ways, my dream started out with a scientist pondering what we, as humans can do with our world, and multiple other dimensions. He comes up with an way for humans to unlock the second plane of our brains. The visual dimensions. What his testing would do, is open up the mind to conceptual things, things like "There is, and always will be more than one way to access another visual plane." And by this, he was allowed to enter and exit between our visual plane, and a second visual plane. Of course, with this he HAD to make it more bombastic. By filling his brain with more ideas after becoming insanely popular for his grand and almost godly achievement. He concurred that if he were able to unlock the third part of the brain, he would be able to make the wildest things happen. With his new ability to enter and exit any visual plane at any time, he found that it was quite easy to unlock the next and probably most confusing to understand part of the brain. The visual, and physical understandings. If he could alter the visual and physical planes, he would almost be a god.
And he did. He learned that with enough practice, and huge amounts of time and money, he had unlocked a sort of free world where people can enter and exit at any time, and with their new abilities, they could draw, erase, enlarge, destroy, build and create anything they could imagine, just with a swing of their hand. Of course, this is where the physics come in. The scientist had become so engulfed in his plans to perfect his 'genius' work, and almost did. But it failed by having too little money, and the continuation of the testing even after the F.B.I. shut it down for public safety reasons. Although, there was almost nothing wrong or dangerous about entering a second, third, or even fourth visual plane. But working the still very dulled down human brain so hard had dramatic effects. Such as, seizures, midlife problems, muscle spasms, passing in and out of consciousness, etc. He was never arrested. Time had dealt his punishment, by trapping him in a visual plane, where he would have to live out the rest of his life. Building a city for him self to live in, forever alone, never hearing another soul speak to him for billions and billions of years, even after the world implodes, or our sun goes super nova, he would still be trapped in that dimension.
Now remember, this was not a story. I literally dreamed this.