I’d personally like to see the 6th dimension: The Dimension of Beer. Where everything is measured in divisions of “cases” and “kegs”. Where everything is a deep amber hue. Where everything can be solved by simply enjoying the environment.
I would like to see the Dimension of CyberSpace, where all time and logic is distorted. Where certain stellar programs exhibit powerful gravitational forces, causing nearby programs to crash and burn. Where networks time-out for no reason, and transmissions disappear into a black hole.
I would like to be in the dimension of nerf. Where everything is made out of nerf. You could crash your nerf car into a nerf building and have it come crashing down on hundreds of people, and no one would get hurt. I bet the food is pretty bad though.
I’d like to see the world enter a dimension where stupidity is physically painful. Even if it lasted for only for a day, the screams of agony all around me would be worth it.
The 38th dimension, where everyone speaks Esperanto, everyone drinks cafe mocha, has hip 80s clothing in hot pink and black, and everyone says “Ciao”. . .
Tripler
Still at work. Damn. . .
I’d love to be able to dimension hop in an Elseworlds fashion (so called quantum sliding).
I’d love to see a world without insecurities and greed and where people were fairer. The social dynamics alone would be fascinating.
Or a world where superheroes existed.
Or a world where religion didn’t dominate people thoughts. Where no-one ever tried to enforce their religion or religious opinion on another and acted violently on alleged religious philosophies.
Or the porn world where scantily-clad pizza deliverers came in…
I want to visit the 3.5 Dimension, where everything is just so slightly off. Where you walk through a door and end up on the ceiling of another room. Where a white bird becomes a black fish as it flies/swims by. Or something else completely. Where even Escher would get confused.
The only problem with the beer dimension, is that it badly distorts the first 3, and causes the fourth to contract. We need a hangover-cure dimension to counteract it.
Bright colors abound. Need to get around that long line of cars? Your cartoon car can suddenly grow stilts and drive over them. Elevator full? Just step out of the window on that 38th floor - sure you’ll get a little flattened on impact, but only for a second or two before you plump back to normal size. Boss mad at you? Draw a black hole on the floor and when he approaches, waving those pink papers and threatening to fire you, he’ll fall through and your problem is solved!