The Dimensional Elevator

I was sitting in my old fold out lawn chair in my back garden just idly gazing up at the April sky and the clouds moving slowly overhead when a silver elevator appeared, literally out of the blue.
Actually, it seemed to come from all directions; from above, below, east, west, north and south; six different ghostly, glowing elevators that appeared to converge into one and then become a solid reality.
Then a voice from inside the elevator compartment said, "4th Dimension. Doors opening".
And when the doors of the elevator slid open then a strange woman got out.
She looked just like a woman from a sci-fi B-movie, I thought, in her silver bikini top, mini-skirt and thigh high boots with silver hair and make up too and silver hoop earrings as large as bangles.
"I am Bic Pentameter", she said.
"Iambic pentameter?", I asked.
"You are?", she said, "What a funny coincidence. That's my name too".
But then, pointing to the sky, she said, "I live up in 7th dimension. I just wanted to come down here and see what your dimension was like on the inside".
"The inside?", I asked no less bewildered.
"Yes. Your world is only a 4-dimensional animated picture in my world, you see and since I made this garden I've often looked at it and wondered what it would be like to step inside it and walk around", said the woman.
"You made the garden?", I asked, starting to feel slightly foolish that, having come face to face with a visitor from another world all I could do was repeat her words in the form of astonished questions.
"Yes. Thats what I do. I'm an artist and animator, you see, well a trainee really. I made this garden and the house and all the birds and all the things you've bought since you moved in", said the girl.
"So you're like a God?", I asked, happy that I had finally thought of something to say.
"A God?", asked the woman, "Oh you mean the G.O.D. No, well I work for them".
"G.O.D?", I asked.
"Government Of Dimensions", said the woman,"I make worlds but I don't have any control over them. I have to make things that are government approved, you see. If you're a very good artist they let you make new things like new styles of architecture or new species of animals but, like I said, I'm only a trainee. I do backgrounds mostly, like your garden. Actually, to tell the truth I have gotten into a little bit of trouble over that. I sometimes make things that look slightly rude, just for a joke; vegetables that look like parts of the human anatomy, you know, and one time I ended up creating an entirely new type of toadstool by mistake; the phallus impudicus or common stinkhorn. Perhaps you've heard of it?".
"No", I said.
She looked disappointed.
"Oh", she said, "Well anyway. That was one of mine but it almost didn't get past the Dimensional censors. They're very rigid and po faced about sex you see. Thats because the G.O.D doesn't want people to like reproducing themselves too much otherwise they'd multiply like rabbits. Its a long story but, anyway, thats why there are two genders; why venereal disease exists and why pregnancy hurts so much".
I didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry", she said, giggling, "I do talk an awful lot, rabbiting on. You've probably got lots of questions you'd like to ask me?".
But then, before I could think of a question, suddenly, behind the woman another dimensional elevator appeared and out of this one stepped a woman who looked like a space-nun, dressed in a silver nuns habit and silver Mary Whitehouse spectacles and she was carrying a strange sort of 2 handled ray gun in her hands.
"Bic Pentameter", said the Nun, "What are you doing in this dimension? You know that it is strictly off limits to all except those with G.O.D. clearance? Now I shall have to erase the entire time period that you've been here".
"I'm sorry Chief Editor", said the woman, "I just, well, I spend so much time creating this world I just wondered what it would be like to live in it".
"I can tell you what its like", said the space Nun, "Bloody awful, thats what; death, disease, pain, poverty. Thats why the people in this dimension can not be allowed to find out that we make it that way. If they did, why, there'd be mass suicides. Is that what you want?".
"No Chief Editor", said the woman, lowering her head like a naughty school girl being scolded by a headmistress.
"Good", said the woman in the habit, "Now back in the elevator with you and don't let me catch you in this dimension again".
But then the Chief Editor took hold of her ray gun like an old time gangster with a 'Tommy' gun and pointed it in my direction.
"Right. Now I shall have to remove every 4-dimensional frame starting from the scene where your elevator came in", she said.
"Oh, but please Chief Editor", said Bic Pentameter, pleading,"Can't you let the 4-dimensional being remember it? Perhaps as a dream".
"Well", said the woman in the habit, relenting,"Alright then. I suppose it can't hurt".
Then the Chief Editor fired her gun; white sparks like scratches on the celluloid of time bursting from its barrel and I woke up.
I know what you're going to say,
"It was only a dream and a very weird and politically incorrect dream at that".
And thats just what I thought but then there are times when, just out of the blue, I'll see things; things that remind me of that woman, like a cloud drifting by that looks like her smiling face and I wonder to myself,
"Did Bic make that?".