I literally met the god in my dream no joke read below:
I've been having recurring dreams of places that don't exist — completely original landscapes, cities, and worlds that my mind seems to invent from scratch. These didn't all happen in one night. They kept coming over the course of a month. But last week everything stopped and I haven't been able to sleep well since, and the dreams are completely gone now. I wanted to write it all down before the details fade.
The most significant one started when an angel appeared to me and brought me to some kind of dimensional space. The place was impossible to describe properly — infinite white pillars stretched in every direction, each one covered in strange symbols I couldn't read. Everything was white. Not a single other color existed there. The room had no ceiling, yet somehow it also had one. Both things were true at the same time. At the center of it all was a throne — enormous, far larger than anything human — and sitting there was God. We spoke. Not in any language I know, but I understood everything perfectly. He held up a small white glass container and told me: *this holds all of existence.* Everything. All of it, fitting inside something I could hold in my hand. Then He showed me heaven. It was guarded by creatures I genuinely cannot put into words — nothing I've ever seen or imagined comes close. We walked through it together, still talking in that strange language, and the conversation felt endless in the best possible way. After that, He took me back in time — through my own forgotten memories. Happy ones I hadn't thought of in years. Painful ones I'd buried. We talked through all of them. It felt like centuries passed. Then He showed me parallel worlds. One planet had cities of the far future — architecture that made no sense by our physics. Another was an Earth covered entirely in forest, completely silent, everyone gone (something had happened — He showed me what, but I can't hold onto that part). There were mountains with strange floating objects hovering above them, ancient ruins on worlds I have no name for. Then there was a mirrored world — everything was reversed. Left was right, right was left. If on a normal street walking right took you to the station, here you had to walk left. Every direction, every rule, flipped. Then He showed me universes where I was still alive but living completely different lives. In one I was a secret agent — we watched that version of me for a while together. In another I had a whole family. Then a world with flying horses. Then a vast medieval world of giant castles. Then one ravaged by nuclear war where the remaining people lived entirely in bunkers underground. I can count countless worlds He showed me and I can clearly describe each one of them like they are actual places I have visited. He showed me how I died in different universes too — different causes, different lives, different endings. We kept talking through all of it, for what felt like centuries. I genuinely felt happy. It was the most peaceful, meaningful experience of my life. I am not good at drawing, otherwise I would have drawn all of it. Then I woke up. The room was dark. Someone was standing near the door. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. They walked toward me slowly and when they got close enough I saw their face. It was mine. They wrapped their hands around my throat and squeezed. And then — finally — I actually woke up. I don't know what any of this means or why it all stopped.
Note: English is not my first language — I used AI to help correct grammar and flow while keeping the experience entirely my own.