I dreamed that I went into a parallel universe and grabbed some proof that I’d been in a parallel universe, which I then brought into a third parallel universe. The proof I grabbed (from a version of my own house) was a video tape (I guess they didn’t use discs in that universe) of outtakes from Buffy the Vampire Slayer that Joss Whedon, Alyson Hannigan, and Sarah Michelle Gellar had filmed as a lark in between real scenes for the show — of Aly going down on SMG (who was surprisingly enthusiastic about it, given her often blank demeanor). Ah, ultimate geek proof of something that doesn’t exist in this world. True to her interview on Howard Stern several years ago, SMG was bare down there. And the cinematography by Whedon was nice too. Atmospheric lighting.
So I bring this proof to the next ‘verse (like Sliders, it was a matter of moving on to the next rather than returning to one’s original universe) and as I am playing it back to the next alternate universe equivalents of my closest friends and colleagues, a whole bunch of reporters show up in a swarm outside “my” house, wanting to know what we were watching and if there was truth to the rumor that something from another universe had been brought through. We shut off the tape before they could catch a glimpse of the screen through the window, and the colleagues around me urged me not to say anything to the reporters. I protested quietly to my colleagues that speaking to them about such a sensational artifact could improve interest in science! But they assured me that in this world, everyone was a big fan of science and education already (and indeed, everyone wore suits that looked like school uniforms in this world). So I did not verify the rumor to the reporters, but, before turning away from them, I let fly a small speech about the multiverse in general, concluding with a line that entering other worlds would mean opening “a pandora’s box of possibilities.” (I know, how very Sliders of me).
I like the way that the box in this case involved a, well, a box (in a manner of speaking). Ah, Aly. Ah, Sarah… Ah, Joss. Good show. What marvelous cast & crew parties there must have been in some alternate world that would make such bravely intimate filmed outtakes “ok”.
The method of traveling through world, btw, involved sitting down and then shuffling backwards for about thirty feet, at which point one found onesself floating above a seemingly 2 dimensional version of a world, which would then begin to take on 3-dimensions as one lowered into it. I did this along with two other people, one of whom was a daughter who I do not actually have. And a wife, I think, though I did not get a good look at her, and indeed in a later part of the dream I was dating an Indian (India) woman, so I’m not sure about all that. Another part of the dream, I remember now with disgust, involved a car filling up with enormous bugs.