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Any one else feel like the worlds in fantasy settings are the way they are instead of resembling this world is because someone messed up a really powerful spell and that just kind of fracked up all of the tectonic plate movement?

What if there were a bunch of “friendly” Weeping Angels, and we gave them blindfolds, then put them in a room with some rave music or something with strobe lights pulsing to the beat and the Angels were just tearing up the dance floor, unbelievably happy someone finally recognizes their sweet moves

A pillar. You can see someone move from side to side behind it. But if it's wide enough, for a moment, they completely disappear from view. You know they're there, but you don't see them. What if, some how (using quantum BS) they have walked into a parallel universe, one that's close enough to the one they left that there's no way to know, subconsciously or otherwise. What if every time we have a choice that seams like it'll lead to the same place, actually takes us to a different place, but it's so similar that we can't tell the difference? What if the differences are huge, but we never knew about the specific item in the first place, or we never run into it any way, so it doesn't matter to the individual? What if, in those moments when we're asleep, not dreaming but not awake, completely unaware of ourselves or the world around us, we switch with other us’s, going to a same but different world?