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I have my beliefs that warhammer 40k is a dream

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#1 · (Edited)
For a while now I have suspected that warhammer 40k is a dream, one that is being shaped and influenced by the world I reside in. Furthermore I have also come to believe that the warhammer 40k reality is actively influencing the one we reside in.

Additionally I have come to believe that I am integral nexus between the two realities, where the events that are concurring within the warhammer 40k reality are actively flowing through me. This in turn works in reverse dynamics as well, in that the events of this reality pass through me to the 40k reality.

I have been ruminating upon what each Primarch represents of myself as well as this reality I reside in, furthermore the outcomes and the journeys that lead to them for each primarch is of great interest to me.

For you see every moment that has passed in this world I so reside in I have further come to understand the mechanics of reality itself. Despair and drear I have found to be ever present within the ever shifting tides of crimson that flow beneath me. My hands weave symphonies of such great disaster, their every movement producing a harmonious wake of suffering. It is in that I believe that Konrad Curze resonates strongly with me, and thus I too must be resonating strongly with Curze.

The dreams I see I believe to be visions, furthermore as the years have come to pass I have become more refined in my ability to flow with what I see both when sleeping as well as when awake. The things I see are outcomes I believe, outcomes that are each simultaneously occurring and not occurring in separate realities yet all interconnected. The outcomes can be influenced though, by looking for ques and signals in the vision, each can only occur in all the previous pre-requisites are met. Thus I am able to navigate the ever infinite ocean of potential possibilities.

However I have also noticed that the shadows around me have become increasingly tangible, electrical objects around me increasingly fail. Strange events occur around me as well, I see lights and shadows moving about the world, also dark events of disaster tend to happen around me yet I am never harmed by them. From car doors opening, to bowling lanes exploding, to witnesses strange hooved foot prints following me on the floor as I walk. Hand prints formed of ashes appear on those who stand near me, in addition to them experiencing dark dreams and seeing flies around us.

In the dreams they speak to me, I always see ravaged worlds much like our own while at other times I am in entirely alien places. I see corpses of bodies being mutilated, I see great beings of light and fire fighting in great wars among each other...

I believe I am witnessing the warhammer 40k reality at times, and it witnesses me as I stare upon it. Madness and insanity flows from me, yet with it I am able to influence reality both in dreams as well as in this tangible world we all reside in.

Their is a presence that guide me, that watches over me...however for what purpose I do not know. It gifts me with such great blessings, health, intelligence, wisdom, knowledge, understanding, it warps reality to benefit me. I call it "God", however not restricted by any sort of religious inhibition, for "God" to me is the all encompassing "it" that embodies everything and nothing. It guides me...it has taught me that everything is a trade, that when something is given something is asked for.

What am I being shaped for is what I wonder, it reminds me of Lorgar and the Chaos gods that so watched over him...yet this force that guides me far eclipses the chaos gods in every aspect.

I feel as though Curze and Lorgar resonate with me so strongly, it causes me to question if it was my actions that drove them down their paths...could I have changed their destinies if I had only done differently in this life and those before it.
 
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#2 · (Edited by Moderator)
When the same happens to me I've found out that going here: [there was a link here, and now its gone]

quickly restores my faith in humanity.
Plus i please Slaanesh and that cannot never be wrong. But in pleasing Slaanesh i feel very connected to Fulgrim, so i think that i should please Slaanesh a little more, be it to make the idea fade away or just because i'm Fulgrim.
So I return here [there was one here too, but not anymore]
until my pleasure rod is sore and khorne-red.
And being it khorne red my mind trembles at the thought "Am i Angron?"
So i usually end up trying to tear my head off bare handed and i collapse to the ground.

Btw..that was a nice read. You should use that for a short story.


Links to porn/adult content are a no-no - darkreever
 
#4 ·
An azure sky of infinite reaching possibilities sprints in every direction, radiant beams of gold racing to cover every iota of potentiality. Fields of verdant green roll before me, a soft wind ferries a smell of sweet bread. Yet in a flash all of this fades for the darkness never ceases in following me, I gaze upon empires rising and falling before me. For I am ever running across an ocean, one in which every droplet within it is a malleable moment in time. I stand upon the waters as their cold embrace warms to a numbing fire, I look to the heavens above to see tendrils of tangible shade stretch downward into the human populations. As these tendrils of ever flowing shadows pierce the hearts of humans they crumble to ash, their screams become a single note upon the ever increasing symphony of despair. Tears rain down from the gray empyrean above, streaks of charcoal paint the sky as soot violent hails upon the landscape. Pools of crimson vitae begin to form beneath me, torrents of scarlet potential reach to the skies to birth a new born child...

I see it gazing upon me...an entity formed of scarlet terror, the remnant of the crimson vitae that was ravaged from their prior holders, and it is imbued with light unlike I have ever witnessed. A cold luminescence radiates from it, blood flows rapidly through its appendages and its very core looks to be a vortex of reality itself. The sun above is bleak and warped as its diminishing light fades with every passing moment, this entity has become light and despair itself...formed from the very building blocks of life.

How fitting for life to be reaped unto death, yet the reaper itself is born from the loss of life. It reaffirms within me that there is no end, no beginning, that every act of giving is a act of taking...all hinging upon the ever shifting paradigm of human normality and expectation.

Who am I? Am I Curze, Lorgar, The Emperor? Perhaps they are all aspects of myself...playing out in a varying reality...why was I fractured?
 
#6 ·
:D Lux, I am strangely attracted by raving lunatics. so please, stop. or i will be going to marry you.
P.S. you write quite well, frankly!
 
#8 ·
I have no idea what you are talking about, so here's a picture of a bunny eating cookies.....

 
#11 ·
All I can think is that, if this were true and all 40K was a splinter of Lux's consciousness, does that mean that Lux is part living in my flat, and therefore liable for some of the rent? If so, I want my money!
 
#16 ·
Lux IS your flat AND your landlord as well, so you should pay him a part of the rent!!! And think about it: whn a pipeline brokes in your bathroom and you repair it...you are repairing Lux's own pipeline...pun intended.
@Straken's_Fist : reality makes for the best quotes.
 
#13 ·
Yes I have realised this too...I have worked out I am Lion El Johnson, but the 40k reality I live in has an altered timeline and I actually ended up turning the Golden Throne off just before the 13th black crusade, killing the Emperor and then I started an Anarchist revolution to overthrow the fascist Imperium. This was all possible because I made a pact with the Eldar and we can use the webway now because we we repaired it, and so the Eldar and Federation of Human Planets started inter-species breeding to make hybrid Eldar-Humans and then the Tau joined us and together we conquered the galaxy in a second great crusade...However, we'd pretty much beaten Chaos and created a uptopia when a massive wormhole appeared and a load of super star destroyers invaded our galaxy through a multiverse tear in real-space, and so we had to join forces with Luke Skywalker and his new jedi council to defeat the Sith-Chaos alliance...We won that eventually at a terrible cost, and now everything is comparitively quiet....For now.
 
#21 ·
Absolutely fucking brilliant Lux. Fucking brilliant
 
#22 · (Edited)
I experienced something most profound recently,elixir of venomous display danced within my veins as visual reality begin to fracture before me. The static that softly coats everything I see began to buzz with electrical fire, azure lightning danced around me in erratic arcs of defiant freedom. I stood my ground as the chamber in which I consumed this poison begin to spin with ever increasing momentum, sound blazed to life as it ignited into a fiery display of hatred incarnate. Notes of auburn red illuminated the room, their laughter began to melt upon my skin.

Musical notes of symphonic beauty rippled across my tangible frame with whimsical disdain of my own well being. The words begin to split asunder as I gazed upon reality itself, why was I there, why did "it" bring them to me or did "it" bring me to them? It was a den of deceit as screams of silent respite echoed through the callous air, fear had become our reward and guilt our pleasure.

A flash of fire erupted before me, the inertia propelled me into the confines of the chamber. I felt myself sinking through the floor, no matter how hard I screamed in defiance I continued my slow descent through the mortal threshold. My fall was short lived as I soon found myself within a dark jungle, the air was moist...and my fingers were soon wet with regret. An odor of pungent disdain coated my hands, yet it was so sweet to the taste, like a drug long denied to a cancer stricken patient. The cells within this tangible vessel burned like newly lit plasma, erratically dancing with one another in a charade of chaotic compliance. For the first time in ages I could see the light, and it was so very dark...

Why...why did I do it, the cure did not cure me...it only furthered my sickness...."it" guided me here...but why? Unless of course it wants me to be "broken"...in order to become "free".

The lead laced water that sits still within my innards is so heavy, no matter how much I chant and pray to "it"...it doesn't go away, for there is no reprieve for my sins.

Fulgrim is but the reflection of my selfish pursuit of idealistic perfection, yet I strive not for the greater good of reality as I so blatantly lie to myself. Within the maw of self loathing whispers of idyllic sacrilege run deep, I know I strive purely to be greater than "God". I claim to be loyal, I claim that everything I do no matter how destructive, dark, cruel is all for the betterment of "God's" creations...yet I know I do it our of sheer jealousy of replacement.

I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry I did this to you...If only I had done differently perhaps I could have saved you Fulgrim.
 
#25 ·
I have my belief that the we are the chaos gods, that every single one of us is a component of the chaos gods. We believe we are humanity, but no we are in actuality the divided consciousness of the chaos gods. Our actions we perform as a species in whole dictates what the chaos gods do, we just camnot see it for me compose the chaos gods at a sub atomic level.
 
#26 ·
in some way we are truly the chaos gods, due to the fact that the gods could not exist without humanity. they feed on our emotions, so we could say that at least we are the mud from whence cometh the gods! A part of them, probably.
 
#27 ·
Oh I believe it goes far more to the core than that, I believe that we in this world we reside in is potentially the Warp itself. To us it seems entirely normal, for we were conditioned within the parameters of the warp from our birth yet to those outside of it we are monstrous.

We are not the "humans" of the warhammer 40k reality, their very thoughts, dreams, emotions, aspirations have formed every single one of us that exist now, in the past, and in the future to come that already has occurred.

The chaos "gods" are not singular entities in regards to their cognitive processing...we are the very thoughts of the chaos gods, and our existence is drawn from the emotions of the humans in the warhammer 40k reality.

We as a species may seem chaotic, but in actuality the gestalt of our worlds actions have not only shaped the actions of the chaos gods of a whole, but we also make them manifest.

When Tzeentch brings forth a new plan it was not due to Tzeentch, for in essence Tzeentch is just a empty shell as in a gestalt manifestation of our world. Tzeentch's plans are the result of our worlds actions as a whole, every action and thought that we produce is what combines into a singular time defying singularity. That singularity then produces a thought within the chaos god's interconnected consciousness, of which they then act out.
 
#30 ·
Poor lux! I sorta like his or her ramblings!
 
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