I had the strangest dream a few nights ago...
I became aware of myself in a dark void. There was nothing there, and I felt unhappy at this. So I unfolded myself...or something; it's difficult to describe. It was a sort of (italics) expanding myself to meet the space I thought was necessary for my purposes. It was still dark, but not empty, so I made some light. Unfortunately, I made it too bright, and I apparently couldn't undo this, so I split the blinding light source into innumerable smaller, less bright ones and threw them around the...space, so they wouldn't reform back into the big one. The space now sufficiently illuminated, I set about doing stuff.
Only there was nothing to do. The...universe, I suppose you'd call it, existed, and it had light, but nothing else. So I sort of (I) made some other things exist. While the universe was empty and the light orbs were sort of erethreal, these new things were solider. I made a bunch of these things and figured that since I made them, they were part of me, and I didn't want to be darkened. So I put them near the...stars, I guess they were. I put them near the stars, and since I liked it like that, I sent them spinning round. I wanted to take a look at these planets, which is what they probably were, so I ... compressed myself. Previously, I'd been sort of everywhere, omnipresent, but I concentrated and compressed myself down to a single place. It felt weird. Anyway, I went to look at one of the planets, and even though the universe was vast, I was there pretty much instantly. I stopped it orbiting the star, turned it over in my hands, or just manipulated it with my mind; hard to tell. Anyways, I looked it over, and I found myself disappointed and lonely for some reason. I wanted to communicate, so I tried to make another. This other was fragile, and once it was done, that which it was began flailing (as I understood movement) and I feared that it would end. I put it onto the star, and my first creation sort of faded away. I tried making another one and dragging it away from the star system, but it was too much like me to survive; the universe was me, and the universe could only tolerate one of itself in each universe to stay real. Without that thing like me, though, it wouldn't be alive in the sense that I was; sentient, I suppose? Anyway, I got around that by infusing the me-thing with something that was like the planet substance, but not entirely (so they wouldn't fuse with the planet) the same, and placed them on the planets, so they wouldn't burn up on the stars, or get the aliveness in them destroyed by the universe (which didn't like such things). I put it there, adjusting it's size as I did so to fit the planet so it could wander around, and waited to see what it did. It sort of stood there for a while and then crumbled away, letting the ... soul, I guess, float away. I realized I'd have to do something about that, and spent the next little while constructing something to make the soul not escape. It involved threads of stuff and tubes and a bunch of jarlike things. When I put a soul inside it, I noticed that it wouldn't hold the soul forever, and I didn't want to constantly have to create new things; I wanted to communicate with them! So I gave them the ability to make more of them, at the rate of about one new thing being created (complete with new soul) per one thing wearing out. I made a few of them, put them down on a planet, and 'sat' down to watch. Stuff happened; I'm not sure what. Eventually, when I was sure they were going to stay there, I tried talking to one of them. It sort of...exploded or something when it saw me and heard what passed for my voice. I tried it again; same thing. I supposed I was too big for them or something, so I made myself a physical form and 'stepped' into it and onto the planet. It was fascinating , being in a body. Everything was so...noticeable, or THERE, that I had trouble adjusting my mindset. Eventually I did, and began communicating with one of the things. This was probably in a city or something, but I didn't really notice what the planet was shaped like; I only paid attention to the people. I talked to one of them (fascinating sensation, talking - so much manipulation of the physical form) and found it rather boring. These things seemed to be focused on meaningless, trivial matters, something about stretching the form, not anything I wanted to talk about. So I left that planet and went somewhere else. Arriving at another planet, I decided to decrease the ratio of spirit to flesh and see how that went. As it turned out, not well. I made the things, a bunch of them this time, and waited a bit before entering a body and going to the planet. What I found was weird and disturbing. The people here were making others of them do stuff like breaking little bits of the planet for bits that looked different, and cracking the outer layer of the people doing this, and worse stuff, like breaking the top bit of them off, where the soul was, killing them. I saw people putting weird combinations of stuff that was in a liquid inside their bodies that made their spirit flare for a bit, then dim past it's usual glow, and only flare up again when exposed to the substance again. It was weird and scary, and when I tried to talk to some of them they demanded thin stuff made out of the planet from me, and when I didn't have any, they caused me pain. It was the first time that I had experienced the sensation, but to me it was a slightly elevated version of the sensations that bodies gave me. I was too big in a metaphysical way for it to actually hurt me, but for the people with their comparatively tiny minds I could tell it would hurt. Disturbed, I sort of made the things there never have existed. I continued doing this for a while, making species of beings, trying to communicate with them, and if I didn't like what I got, unmaking them and going somewhere else. It mattered not; I (the universe) was big, and there were many stars and even more planets. I didn't like any of the species I made for a while, but eventually I made some really good ones that were reasonably curious, not overly harmful, and were sort of endearing. I walked among them for a while, talking with them. It was cool, they were interesting to talk to, while they lasted. Eventually I got comfortable enough to try talking to them while not in a body. I picked one of them and revealed the barest hint of what I was to him, and tried talking to him that way. He didn't want to talk about much though, only wanted to know what I was. I tried telling him, but he started babbling and didn't make much sense. I watched him, though, and he started telling people about me, and for some reason, they believed. It was a grossly distorted version of the truth, but I couldn't blame them for trying. Then they started calling out to me to appear, or break the form of another of them, and other stuff. So I appeared to them, and they were impressed, and they wouldn't stop bugging me about giving them laws to live by or something. I, being a nice being, obliged, and wrote up a set of basic things like don't kill the other people, don't take planet stuff (I think I meant matter and possessions and stuff) from other people, try not to let the species die out, and some other nonviolence stuff. (I'd noticed that whenever I took away the ability to be bad from the mortals, they sort of just became automatonish, I suppose because that took away free will or something, so I left the ability to be bad in them, but not the inclination) They took the laws or whatever they called them and tried to spread them, but over the years, the message became less 'don't violence' and more 'we're right and you agree with us or we kill you' or something. I decided that I should stop this, so I went down to the planet in body form again, and let them know ahead of time. When I got there (made in the mortal way to give me a sense of credibility) I made a big show, because after several species, I knew how mortals think - I impressed them with show and wow, and convinced everyone to follow my laws and stuff. When I judged them sufficiently laws-following, I stripped off my body, and promised my return so they'd continue to not kill each other. Looking down at the planet, I realized I'd forgotten to pay attention to every other part of the planet, so I appeared to other people on the planet, altering time so they each had time to spread, because I was the universe, screw causality. I then sat back and watched the little me's run around interacting for a few thousand rotations around the star. After the first thousand rotations or so, I got bored, and kept a metaphorical eye on the place while the main me went somewhere else. After a while, I went back to the planet and was just about to look at it when I received a metaphorical tap on the shoulder. I turned around and there was me! Or it looked like me anyway, but sort of patched together, made up of a trillion little me's. The next exchange took place in a mortal instant. I questioned what it was, and it explained that it was that first species that I'd created and forgotten about, and they had eventually figured out a way to go out of their physical forms without dying. I was delighted, but they them explained that they did this by carefully observing the universe and tracing it back to me, as I was functionally a smaller version of the universe, and constructing an apparatus partially made up of physical matter and partially soul stuff to sustain them until they destroyed me. I was confused, and they explained that they could only stay like they were for so long before the souls in the apparatus containing them gave out and they all died. I was going to reply, but they then CONTAINED me, forcibly tore me away from the universe; now I was just a very big soul in space. They attempted to assume control of the universe, but they were still many, and it took one to BE the universe. They failed, and they began to dissolve, and to my horror, I did too. They attempted to go into the hole in the universe created when they tore me from it; now closing, but I was desperate; I shoved them aside and raced in and the hole sealed shut behind me.
I eventually tried to explore this place. I couldn't do anything, but I reasoned that as long as I was the universe, it was infinite; now that I was separate, there were places outside of it. I don't know how long I was in there, but I eventually began panicking. What was happening to the people? Who would watch over them while I was gone? Who was going to talk to them? I despaired over the people, and began focusing on a way to get out. There was a lot of high end stuff flying through my head, but it boiled down to "this place doesn't exist, therefore to escape I need to make a part of it real". The only problem was that I couldn't do that; I was nothing more than an insubstantial wisp. I spent a LONG, LONG TIME in there, my fear for the little ones eventually turning to boredom, disgust, malice, and eventually hate. I hated the little things I wasted so much time nurturing. For all their posturing that they served me, where were they when I needed THEM? I hated the stars, for blinding me at the dawn of creation and blinding me once more (the traitors used some starish thing to contain my power while they ripped me out of reality). I hated the other failed species, for being unworthy of my care. Most of all, I hated the Firstborn, for straying from their rightful place and attempting to overthrow their creator. They should've known better. HOW DARE THEY ACT AGAINST THEIR BENEFACTOR?! HOW DARE THEY ATTEMPT TO USURP THE CROWN OF CREATION?! I strained. I pushed at the 'walls' of my prison and all the while I raged in silent torment. The urge to punish the mortals was a need now, it was a part of me. I stretched and I squirmed and I eventually tore a minuscule hole in the prison I was in. I squeezed myself through, but it snapped shut almost before I started. Only the barest hint of me got through, but it was enough. Before I could dissolve, I found a newborn person and booted it's soul out of it's body. I used the power of my hate to infuse myself into the body, at the cost of my memories. I can feel me out there, though. It doesn't remember, but it subconsciously knows what it must do. No matter how many times it dies and has to repossess another body, it will eventually free me, and I will reclaim myself in the universe and the upstarts and all those who exist in the universe would know what it was to behold an angry GOD.
And then I woke up, and I was kinda scared.
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