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Am I in a dream?

I am surrounded by colors that are unknown to me.
I hear sounds that are unknown to me.
I see things that are unknown to me.

I tried to speak but the voice coming out of me is unknown to me.
I tried to move around but the place is unknown to me.

While I am at my deepest worries, I saw a light.
I went to that light and someone was there.
I tried speaking to the image that is unknown to me.

"Who are you?"

As the image started to reply, I suddenly realized that I am gaining knowledge.
I suddenly noticed that my voice is now clear to me.
My surrounding is all clear and white.
The sound I hear is a voice of a man.

I, then again, asked the image in front of me.
"Who are you?"

The image replied.
"I am God"

"God?"

"Yes. God."

Am I only dreaming? But I should not feel the things I feel if it is
only a dream. I feel warmth within me. It's like something is circulating
in this body of mine.
I cannot comprehend what I feel.

"If you are really God, what am I feeling right now."

"You feel warm."

"Wow! How did you know that?"
"Do you know everything?"

"I see everything."
"I feel everything."
"Because I know everything."

"Wait. Wait. I don't understand."

"That is because you are not capable of understanding me."

"Because?"

"Because you are limited."

As I am talking to the image on my front, I feel like I am gaining
something new as if my brain is having fun time collecting information. But
what is this. The information I am getting is not relevant to what we are
discussing.

"What do you mean I am limited?"

"You are my creation."
"I created you that way because of my will. You are made according to my image and likeness"

"So we are the same."

I feel a great need for air. I feel my lungs contracting inside of me.

"If we are the same, how can you not breathe here?"

A rush of waves tumbling upon me.

"Or here?"

Pressure.

"Or save yourself from free falling 50,000 feet above the ground?"

"Are you torturing me?"

"I am if I let you fall."

And the fierce winds came rushing through my face.

I am falling faster and faster each time.

But this is a dream. How can I die in a dream?

"My child, are you sure this is just a dream?"
"Can't your mind comprehend what I am showing to you?"

And there I was back to the hues I do not know.

Back to the vast emptiness with this figure I can not comprehend.
Pictures. Moments. Frozen before me and this figure I can not touch.

As if the history of the world is flashing right in front of me.

"When I created you I did knew what you can do. What you can make. What you can destroy."
"When I created you I knew you are capable of creating conflicts, conquering wars, triggering destruction, killing lives, accepting ignorance and questioning all things I made."
"But I also knew how man could love. How love can make the entire world you built worth living. How love can make a God still love such an imperfect, limited and absurd creature like yourself."

And there I was. Standing before myself.

"My child, remember me when you wake."

And as fast as the light came, as fast as the pictures flashed before me, just as fast were the hues surrounding me changing.

Creating apparitions of what I did, of what I thought and of what I could be doing.

Creating forms I thought I recognize.
Slowly, slowly but surely, I recognize the figures and forms surrounding me.

Slowly I recognize the hues underlying.

Slowly I realize that I'm in my room.

Standing.

Waiting.

Sweat. Cold sweat. Was it just a dream? Wake me.