The Diary of a Fool

I had a most informative dream last night. Now that is an odd statement. Dreams have always been crazy and hectic, and usually forgotten by the time I walk out the front door.

But here, my sleep is full of meaningful recollections. Memories of my friends and family, of my world… And last night? I learned the source of these dreams.

Princess Luna has been gracing me with these tastes of home. And last night she explained a bit about alternate dimensions and planes of existence.

From what I understand of the matter which is second hand(... or is it second hoof?). The proven existence of a single dimension means that there are more. As events happen, time passes. Choices are made, and results appear.

Now enters a chicken and egg dilemma. Every dimension either bleeds into, or bleeds out of, another one. Every piece of art, every inspiration, every muse, is representing another dimension. Now whether the dimension displays itself to a different dimension, or it originates from that dimension, is impossible to know.

That probably confused you more than me saying nothing…

I’ll give you an example.

My father made a painting. That painting was of a jazz band. Somewhere along the creation of the painting, he had inspiration, a mental image so to speak. At that point, one or both, of two things happened. Either my father created a dimension, or a dimension gave that image to him.

Chicken and the egg again, which came first the ‘birth’ of a dimension, or the dimension impregnated the idea of itself into a different dimension.

So either my father made a jazz band dimension, or a jazz band dimension.

Now to further complicate matters are planes of existence.

Every dimension has planes of existence. These planes describe the dimension. In a way, they are like mathematical dimensions of an object; length, width, height, and depth to name a few.

Planes of existence act similarly, however they are not limited to physical characteristics, and include spiritual characteristics.

There are usually three planes; Mind, Body, and Soul. These three planes describe the entirety of the dimension. Some dimensions have more planes, others have less.

This dimension has a plane that governs magic, my home dimension did not.

Therefore I lack any form of magical signature. Whatever that is supposed to mean.

Which means that the short description for context I wrote on the inside of the cover is wrong.

I am stuck in a strange dimension, not plane of existence.

Well, now that that tangent has been written, I can report on my plan.

Apparently this world is opposite of my home dimension when it comes to education. The younger the fillys fillies you plan on teaching, the more educated you have to be. I think it has to do with the whole destined profession and tattoo thing that comes with cutie marks.

I guess they don’t want the young impressionable minds whose future is about to be set in stone to get the wrong idea.

But they don’t really care once the students reach their advanced schooling. Generally meaning a trade school or university. Therefore, if I can find a university that would want the class, I have legal loopholes to insure it happens. That was the easy part. Almost too easy… Finding nearly all the information in a single visit to a public library, with the help of a very kind librarian.(what was her name? Something Velvet... Nightlight Velvet? I’ll just call her miss Velvet) Maybe she is just good at her job… It's not like there is a conspira

Look, I know that you are reading this. Know that if I didn't intervene he would go off on a tangent, and start seeing conspiracies everywhere. This would go on until one of two things happen, he would run, and hide, and therefore stop this experiment, or he would be locked up, thus ending this little experiment. I intervene right here for one reason. The whole point of bringing him to this dimension was to sow the seeds of chaos in Equestrian minds. Sorry for the immersion break.

Cy.

Now you are probably wondering what that legal loophole is.

It is simple, I declare that I am studying a foreign culture. As it turn out, there has been a lot of Indiana Jones types and they tend to be away from the classroom a lot. Now I am technically a foreign entity being granted asylum. But I am technically a foreigner, in a foreign land, with a foreign culture. I declare that I am studying Equestrian culture. I get a lot of leeway when t comes to my class.

Now will come the hard part. Job hunting… I have no idea where to even start. I got a list of universities from Miss Velvet the other day, but I have no idea how the Equestiran postal services work. It is not like I’ll just get a letter saying ‘we want you to work for us’. I hear somepony knocking, I’ll be right back.

Sorry for this immersion break. Yes, in answer to your eventual question I set this up. I brought him to this dimension, and I made sure that his whole anthropological class on perspective came about. Besides it took very little effort. A little nudge here, a suggestion there, a whisper in the dark to dear ol Celly, and the higher levels of this government wants him to do something productive and meaningful. This happened to fit the bill. That is my art, subtle manipulations to cause great effects.

I got a letter from Miss Velvet, well, Twilight Velvet. That is one mystery down, only the rest of my life to go. Rather than copy the whole letter to my journal I’ll just jot down a synopsis.

Pleasantries, blah blah blah… Talked to a few administrators about your idea…. Pleasantries about those administrators… The administrators of Millard Fillmare’s University of Manehattan are receptive to the idea. Blah blah blah… Her daughter is coming by to introduce me to a representation of M.F.U.M.

I wonder when that-- no. not again, how does this happen to line up perfectly? I mention going through hoops to get a job, and one is thrust into my lap. I wonder how long until a visitor pops up, and somepony starts knocking. Well, I’ll put this off to tomorrow.