this dream is about a boy. a boy who wakes up in a small, dark room. the ceiling is high and the walls are tight, but not visible. everything blends together in black, faded shadows obscuring the sharp intersections of the walls, floor, and ceiling. there are windows, but no light shines in- they only add a glossy decal to the walls. the boy has short, dark green hair, shaggy and just above shoulder length. he dons somewhat of an armored skin suit that creeps up to his chin- think the uniforms in GANTZ, but not covering his entire body. the boy's thighs and biceps remain uncovered, as well as the upper sternum, the uniform very close looking to a skin tight bunny suit.

the boy is alone. he knows there is nothing else to share the gift of life he was granted. the boy is directionless, the dark closet he sits in providing him nothing.

from the shadows obscuring the ceiling panel descends a doll- or rather, a collection of doll parts mangled together incoherently from wirey string, down to just above eye level of the boy. mannequin limbs and sharp insect like appendages strut out from the mass, which appears to have a plastic caterpillar shaped body to center every piece of its shape. the doll cannot speak; for it is not living, but it can communicate with the boy's internal monologue in a seamless manner. "you may assemble my parts in a manner you find pleasing," it converses, "and you may attach my head to which ever position on my base that you find the most arousing. when you are ready, insert your penis into my mouth and hold me tight, and i will create a world for you."

the boy is hesitant. he is not particularly interested in any sexual engagement, as he has experienced nothing, nor knows what would even get him aroused. though he sees no other options of what to use his body for. the boy detaches the mangled doll's mannequin head from its mess of parts, and places it on the bottom-front end of its base. he pulls it down from just above eye level to the level of his genitalia. he embraces it with his whole body. he feels warmth.

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the boy has not seen the dark closet in which he was born for generations now. he has spent millenia in a living, breathing world, acting as its Adam, working to understand every life form around it and give birth to new. the boy has gone about this by taking the lives of the life he shares this world with and living as them. the boy has lived as plants, lived as insects, lived as animals. not by taking their physical form- but by taking their behaviors and life cycles. the boy has taken in the sun's light the way leaves do, assembled himself in a hivemind to serve a queen alongside the ants, glided low to the ground the way a crane does, hibernated in the winter inside a tree with a family of squirrels. it is only with this intimate understanding of all nonhuman life thay the boy felt ready to replicate his own form. he grew to spawn kingdoms of human civilization, but not acting as their ruler rather to live alongside them as an equal. he knew of his own power and history throughout the many societies he lived in, throughuit their harmonious traditions and their atrocities. due to the boy's passive way of living, he was betrayed several times, and experienced several deaths at the hands of his kin. he understands the sharp pain of being stabbed with a blade, drinking a cup of poison, mouth gagged and bludgeoned until he cant move anymore. none of these sensations are anything more than neutral and informational to the boy. a brutal killing is just as meaningful as a nap by the river. each time his physical body gives out, he awakens in the world again, fresh and healthy, the people around him having moved on, forgetful of his existence. he lives life as a new being to everyone but himself.

after one particular death- an emotional betrayal by the revolutionary commander of an army he had befriended- the boy awoke not back in the intimate world he was granted long, long ago, but in the dark closet he first opened his eyes in. he was not alone, either- the fiery haired, masked commander awoke with him, still clutching the boy tight, grasping the impaled dagger's handle still freshly penetrating the boy's abdomen. the commander dropped the boy and, while he laid, still aching in pain from his fatal injury, the commander wandered over to the mangled doll that the boy embraced long, long ago, and embraced it for himself. the boy cpuld do nothing but wonder, unfocusing on his own writhing pain, if the commander would be given a world of his own. this thought did not worry the boy any further than a passing curiosity would. he knew, even with this divergence from his death's routine, that he would be revived in his world not long from now. he wished the commander best as this process occured.

many, many more generations later, the boy found himself living among a faction of anticapitalist environmentalists in an industrialized society. adopting their revolutionary ways, they plotted to reclaim a fertile island's farmland that had been seized by government backed corporate entities to profit off of, and redestribute it to the people. the corporate entities were aware of this operation, as they were gangstalking and harassing the boy, threatening to lock him away for petty vandalism he comitted years ago in this particular life of his. even though the boy had lived through nearly every iteration of the civilized and uncivilized world and seen all of their horrors, he was still intimidated and threatened by the entities' agents, as that is how other members of his organization would feel. this emotional reaction did not however interfere with his logical thoughy process which understood this life as just another drop in the reservoir of experiences he has lived.

in a guerilla attempt to reclaim the farmland, the boy arrives to find it frozen over, the land permanently ruptured by ice and snow. this was an oddity for the otherwise tropical climate. agents of the coporate entities appeared, and the boy ran to escape their grasp, his heels stabbing the cracking sheets of ice as the balls of his boot covered feet padded down the snow. there was something else going on here, the boy realized as the agents, something far out of the scope of this revolutionary plot. it was then, as he felt the earth below quake, he noticed the meteor in the sky hurling towards the island. this meteor was big enough to decimate the entirety of the planet the boy knew as his home. surely this meteor wasn't going to hit, emphasized the agents, and they assured the boy he would be recieving his punishment. the boy knew everyone's time left here was slim. he was instantly ready to accept the meteor crashing down, extinguishing everything. right before the world turned white, then black, the boy thought, "where will i awaken if there is no world to return to?"