What does your mental landscape look like?

[AssassinJoe]

A wartorn battlefield. With 2 opposing forces that have been fighting since the beginning of time. Warriors, mages, soldiers, assassins, cyborgs, zombies, pirates, thiefs, thugs, mechs, and regular gun-totting badasses make up both armies. And in the middle of the chaos, with a desert eagle in one hand and a sword in the other, stands me........

Hey, YOU wanted to know what goees on inside my head.

 

[EqualNOpposite]

I have no idea. My guess is, it's turbulent and dynamic. My mind is HARDLY stable.

 

[acidk44]

devoid of everything and anyone (so emo...)

 

[evilengine]

the only thing I can imagine is a converluting mass of colour, like clouds painted with watercolours over a black sky, always moving and changing and never staying the same colour or shape for more then a few seconds. From this colourful mass comes random words, sentences and images that i see or read in my mind's eye. Kinda like that very beginning bit in Yellow Submarine just after the narrator says "once upon a time..." Thats how i imagine it.

 

[scorptatious]

A mixture of enviroments from my favorite games mixed with some parts of my everyday life.

 

[SomeBritishDude]

It's a world made of boobs. It brilliant.

 

[Spaghetti]

It looks like something painted by Salvador Dali...yes The Persistance of Memory will do.

Spoiler

There are so many weird and not-so-wonderful places in my head that the best way to describe it is a landscape created by Salvador Dali, charachters created by Rene Magritte and Edvard Munch while the story of these charachters is produced by Lewis Carol. It's an odd place.

 

[SuperSuperSuperGuy]

I don't know. It changes too quickly for me to really think about it...

 

[Soushi]

Pandora from Cameron's Avatar. Full of strange and wird things, creations thatfly in the sky, hide in the dark, but all are colourful and strange.

 

[UnwishedGunz]

naked ladies everywhere D:

 

[MarsProbe]

An amalgamation of an expanse of jagged uneven rocks (not unlike the path to Mordor, only not as dark), a large field covered in a shallow body of water and a peculiar cross between a nature reserve and an old English town at the foot of a mountain.

Though that's really just part of what my mind chucked together in a dream I had the other night. The reality would probably be much more random. To actually be able to map one's mind into an "real" landscape would be very interesting, however.

 

[Connor Lonske]

If it's my *finger quote* Happy Place *end finger quote*, then it would be my bed room in the winter in a the night with moonlight coming into my window, with me just lying on the bed not giving a fuck.

Its more likely to be a green field in a cold, cloudy day. What few trees that are there are leave less. I am at one end, and at the other end is a door with a star on it, and as I walk across the field, everything gets darker, and yet the door stays in place. I eventually come to the door, yet as I go to open it, I move away, and end up going around it into the dead forest that I always ending up going to. Lights fade to black. I end up alone. I never leave, I just keep repeating the same fear induced mistake. I keep going into the known, and never go past that.

 

[Viking Incognito]

A cess Pool of hate and Pedophiles? lol.

OT: Mine would look like Destroyed landscapes Barren in some areas but major activity in others.

Whoops, I guess that's what happens when you try to take a picture from 4chan. I apologize, that is not what the picture looked like when I posted it

 

[Saxm13]

A maelstrom i guess. With Sauron's eye in the middle.

Hey i think it could be cool looking =P

 

[Nickolai77]

I would think my mental landscape's prominent feature is the castle. For one, it suits my historical tastes, and two, my will to secure and protect my own private thoughts. I also love a mountainous landscape, with the presence of lakes, rivers, deep dark forests and starry nights. Not only are such things beautiful, but a castle fits perfectly into such wild landscapes whilst offering protection from the natural elements. I like nature, but i also enjoy comfort and perhaps a bit of luxury. A castle offers such in an environment of wild and beautiful nature.

I imagine the inner workings of my mind to be like a series of inter-connecting rooms. You could walk into one room and it would be themed around, say, my interest in archery. It would exhibit my bow and arrows, photo's and video's of my successes and failures at the sport, and probably include a shooting range. But there would be other connecting rooms. One door would lead to memories concerned with the people who i have met through archery in the past, another would lead to people i have met in the present at university for instance. Another might lead to an armoury.

Indeed this network of inter-connecting rooms would be vast and of course defy the laws of physics. It would be very much like the TARDIS, but i would know how to navigate my way through these "Halls of Memories." Anything possible that my mind can conjure up would be possible in my castle. I could for instance have a door which leads to the world of the Elder Scrolls, another to the real world, past, present or future, the world of Lord of Rings or Star Trek, or worlds of my own mental creation.

I would probably amass quite a collection of curiosities taken from these worlds. Wabberjack, mithral armour, unobtanium, the Electro-Gun from Killzone 2, vampire dust, silver bullets, enchanted rings and magical potions. I would have those kind of things.

But yeah, anything would be possible in my castle. There would certainly be Iron Maiden concerts in the Great Hall, stand up comedy performances by the likes of Billy Bailey and Dara O'Brien, drinking parties, lectures by Aristotle and public interviews with anyone from Winston Churchill to Dr Who. My friends and family would be there if it would suit them, and we'll have a good time.

That is a picture of what part of my mental landscape could look like, the castle would look something like this. (It's Eilean-Donan castle in Scotland)

 

[Not-here-anymore]

A landscape implies a certain solidity which simply does not exist within my mental structure. It's vastly too changeable, from a happy land of childish whimsy to a burned-out wasteland of despair. And various states in between. And occasionally just a infinite expanse of nothing, but that's reserved for proper depression.

It is, however, vastly populated. Apparently my subconscious revels in creating new characters given even the briefest moment of boredom.

 

[nunqual]

Big movie screen showing what I see, only there's a bunch of sarcastic jerks mocking it as it goes along.

So your mind is an episode of MST3K?

 

[Pariah87]

When I think of my mind I see a swamp, which has formed around the ruins of my potential. Deep in the center is a deep pit, covered in an iron grate, bound with chains, where continuous roaring and growling come from within, my inner rage and anger trying desperately to release itself.

Below the murky waters and tangled, dead trees lies my self doubt, I have to tread the paths carefully or I will be pulled down back beneath the water, yet I know one day I will have to face the monster because it holds all my hopes and aspirations. Sometimes they break the surface, hands desperatly clutching the air, taking great gulps of breath. Instead of helping them I simply stand and watch as they get dragged back under.

My self confidence is nailed to a tree in the darkest area of the swamp, guarded by my cynicism and spite who won't allow it aid, yet still it clings to life. Creatures spawned from every insult I have received, of which there are many, stalk the trees whispering to me, reminding me why I'll never leave.

I live in what remains of the last usable buildings, a static safe haven from my youth, my own little world where the outside can't get to me. This is where games/movies/driving lie, a brief escape before I remember the foetid bog I have created for myself, always with the soothing whispers of temptation, like a siren, calling me out to the waters, to throw myself in and allow them to consume me.