Hands in Pockets

I was just considering a reality where everything that existed happened along one street lined completely with tall buildings.  I could see length on (in?) the street, width would be turned so as to be the height of the buildings, and depth would be the dimensions of the rooms inside. The thing is, when I first pictured this building, and even now, the rooms had an effectively infinitesimal depth. This is to say that the depth was uniform and the existence of it was more like a function of the long tall building than it was its own space. Like in this world adding more buildings to the end of the street was valid, and so was adding stories to the tops of the buildings, as long as either was done uniformly, but for some reason the depth of the rooms could not be changed and that was an accepted fact of the realm.

This got me thinking that I might not be seeing depth as the third dimension at all, it could be that somehow height and length represent the three spacial dimensions we know, in which case depth would be something else, an extra dimension, or in this case a set of pocket dimensions that were uniformly spread in the buildings, sharing size and shape throughout.

In playing around with this daydream vision I found myself able to walk out back. There was a whole other street over there, which looked to have been abandoned for any measurable term by this point. If I could compare it to something it would be like limbo in Inception, just disheveled streets as far as you could see. This contrasted the main street I had come from and it dawned on me: what if it is too much effort to maintain every street all at once, and instead God chose to maintain one street which could be filled, until such a point when those that filled it realized they could leave that street and set their own in this infinite realm where the dream responded to will in order to make it tangible?

As I was considering all of this, I waved my hand and a room formed, exactly as I had just been picturing, attached to the back door of my house. My parents had come to accept that I wandered into the "backyard" as I called it, but it was as if they could not see it themselves. They definitely felt this shift though, and as my makeshift addition settled into place with a boom, I panicked and let it disintegrate once more before saying hello to my sister who had also come looking for me, now taking her back inside. Inside, my parents expressed concern but it was mixed with hearty disbelief. As far as they knew that crash could not have emanated from any real point in reality and so it could not be. Already I could see the memories of the effect disconnect from their conscious minds. It was a sad aspect to this reality: poisoning someone's mind, robbing them of their ability to conceive of such things in order to protect the peace was fully sanctioned and even recommended for something like this.

As they forgot why they were so concerned, and our conversation shifted to the simple and familiar joys of the meal prepared or the events of the day. I still considered the specifics of how I might use the overlapping of the realm of will becoming reality and the shared realm for all of us in order to improve things. It was an exciting challenge and one I would be up for. I got prepared and then squirmed a little too long before falling asleep...