A weird dream.

The dream I was having had to do with being a god, building a system, or something like that.

The alarm woke me at 7, like always, I wake up 30 minutes later.

After all, those dreams always give me far more interesting delamas;

I often get lost in dreams, even if I know they are fake;

I let them flow as if they were reality.

After all, what is reality but a dream we may never wake from?

Maybe 30 more minutes will answer that rhetorical question.

I’m drifting somewhere.

Alway drifting, never still, yet always stagnant.

My human eyes take a warped perspective, my voice softly projects across my dull room,

“Ah, one of these.” I try to move my arms as my mind attempts to keep me still.

My torso, needles.

My legs, needles.

My arms, slack with needles.

Nothing wants to move. It wants to stay but I don’t.

So, I torque and lever myself in a battle of belief so I can go into my bathroom to find the mirror; despite the struggle, it’s not worse than the crippling depression I face.

I open the door with strain, I hit the light the muscles supporting my neck give out.

As I lean on the wall in my bathroom near the door next to the light switch I attempt to look at the mirror with a skewed view.

I see nothing…

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I have no reflection…

What is there to see?

A familiar white light envelopes my will…

A drift once more.

I’m floating again.

I have no body?

No voice?

No… Objectives?

How strange, my will is intact.

I touch the shell of the void that I reside in.

Something divine reaches out to me.

My subconscious let it in through the cracks of this white void and this being’s embrace crystallized and warmed me and by extension this realm.

A radiant glow?

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“Odd, I never thought I’d be able to look at something so bright without being in pain.” I thought.

That same thought rippled like odd drops of water on a still pond along the god’s crystals.

The God thought towards me, “You are part of the few who could meet the requirements to do such a thing. I am a type of god, yes, but more of an angel in terms of duty.” The voice I heard was androgynous if a bit feminine leaning.

When the god communicated it did so with an almost intense energy, but it was more directed than anything, almost like a targeting radar.

“I see… I can tell there is purpose behind your actions.” were what my ripples of thought sent back.

There was a moment of pause, crystal fragments shift and float around me with purpose and a slight hum as they… Think? A part of that God?

I used my will to reach out and mold crystals of my own like clay, similar to the god before me.

It was oddly familiar…

“How observant, no wonder you are blessed to have their attention. My only job as of now is to see if you are willing to accept a proposal.” our thoughts resonate to each other as we exchange information on a subconscious and conscious level.

I can feel this god putting together thoughts in the same way I can feel myself put together thoughts. It’s different, strange. Is this a dream?

“You want me to reincarnate in another world? I couldn’t feel some of the details but I got the general picture.” I thought aloud

“Indeed, impressive still, you hold more hope to ascend than most.” as the god was talking I decided to go with the flow and accept.

“Ah good, you have made this easy for me. Very well, just open yourself to them, let their threads guide you.”

I let the god out the same way they came in and I took a moment to look over myself, my soul perhaps?

It’s like one of those plasma ball tesla coil tower things; only much different at the same time. Hard to say what makes it different other than the weird higher dimensional crystals and its ludicrous luminosity.

Let’s get back on track. Threads huh?

They knocked… chaos knocked…

There. The threads were let in and I followed them. As I did my white void shattered and became reborn taking on a new shape. More crystals, different crystals, crystals that were long dormant woke and changed as we moved. They were hidden within from past lives now becoming much more grand.

I’m floating again? The white light begins to pulse softly dimmer.