Last night a red scorpion with four legs stung the center of my palm.
With its sting it implanted a tiny white worm. I was frantic and disturbed and tried to dig out the worm, I managed to pull it out but it had already reproduced, and the inside of my palm was infested with white worms. I was screaming and pulling them out but they kept multiplying just as fast.
Within a few short moments the ones that I pulled out had grown into foot long white snakes, now swirling around my feet. I panicked and screamed as I realized they were growing at that same rate inside of me. They continued to grow into these large white fat snakes with small thorny hooked feet and I felt them churning deep inside my palm.
I ran to the bathtub and filled it, threw myself in it and soaked in the water believing it would help. The churning stopped and I could only hope that they were gone.
From that point on the dream spanned months, maybe years, where I would just follow myself doing normal things. Going in and out of buildings and homes. But every building I entered would go silent and everyone would leave, I would be alone and find myself entering rooms that didn’t exist before, basements and cellars that opened into dark dungeons where always these same five hideous enormous creatures lived. I would open the doors, see them, and turn and run. Then someone would show up and ask me where I had been, I would take them to show them the door and it would be gone.
Again and again I would enter a building and this same thing would happen. Until I finally started noticing that the five creatures were not charging or attacking me when I’d open that door, but waiting for me.
Instead of running I began staying longer and watching them. And they watched back. They began to speak to me but in a language I didn’t understand. Until finally I began to understand it. Very slowly Id be able to hear words through the sounds. And what I began to piece together was that they were afraid of me. That they wanted to kill me, but also to serve me. To kill me because they were afraid, to serve me because they had no choice.
I also slowly began to become aware of myself, of what I was and looked like when I was there in this parallel universe underneath these buildings. I too was enormous, bigger than any basement or human house could hold, bigger than any human structure could contain. And my head was made of tentacles. My body was like a man, but with appendages and pieces that made no sense.
I was a leviathan, larger than the world I had come from.
But when I left the place, the door would be gone and I was myself again, small and human. And more and more out of place each time I came back to the normal world.
Until finally I walked in and all of their words made sense. I was fully aware of myself. And as they saw that I had reached this state, they knew they had to destroy me. And I knew what I had to do as well.
So with a stoic, silent instinct I reacted as they swarmed me. They did not attack out of a righteousness because I was some kind of evil, it was more primal, it was because my power outweighed theirs combined, and they simply could not stand that. So they came at me, and one by one I ate their heads.
Each of their heads was a different shape and size. I saw each one up close, felt it in my clawed hands and tentacles and mouth as I took them effortlessly to my “face” and bit down into their skulls. Methodically devouring them like cobs of corn.
I tasted each of their liquids… pungent, sour, metallic.
The first two I was slightly cringing as I was still “me” inside and was in utter shock at all of this. And afraid as they each lunged at me, and unsure of what I was doing- but by the time the third one was in my mouth I was confident and unstoppable and the last two practically walked to me and surrendered as I picked them up and bit through their shell like bones.
And when they were all gone, I knew as well as I know my name right now in this world, that I was God of all things.
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