I met the one true God, nothing is real

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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/BarneyDoesMeth on 2023-06-27 06:47:50+00:00.

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Hello all, my name is Mark. A couple of days ago, I met the one and TRUE god. Why am I writing this now instead of as soon as I got back. Well, his very presence was enough to overload my brain with info.

Now don’t get it twisted, seeing him will fill up the 2.5 petabytes of storage your brain has and for the rest of your life you will be in the late Alzheimer’s stages. I’m currently writing this in the last few moments of my actual consciousness.

How did all of this happen? A few days ago, I was sleeping at night after a long day at the office. The first part of my dream was a vague battle of superhero’s and villains which is perfect for my life of mundanity……until He showed up. He randomly appeared through a portal and interacted with me.

“Hello, you have been selected to meet the Paragon.”

As he is taking to me who is bewildered, the supervillain is question attacked the “Paragon”. During his futile attempt, the Paragon and him came into contact. After that he just disintegrated, and then the surrounding area disintegrated until the whole city we were in was gone.

In my dream I passed out and when I woke up I found myself between Mars and Venus. But suddenly I began to…..fly. I flew out of the solar system, and I kept going. Beyond the galaxies, the universes, the multiverses, the hyper verses, even the outer verses. Eventually I was in a black void for what must have felt like years before I popped out to meet the Paragon in another dimension.

P: “Hello Mark, you are now perceiving the Paragon”

M: “But how are you God if your the Paragon?”

P: “I am the true gods successor”

“Originally I was a human, born of earth, to a civilization that was older than life itself.”

“Since we were the first trace of order in everything that has ever existed, we knew about God”

“Our people worshipped him, and he benefited us with enhanced characteristics.”

“Over time, God told us he was bored. That he hated being God because everything was too easy and weak.”

“So he cut us a deal, anyone who could stand up to the challenge, would inherit the true power of God”

M: “What the fuck?!?!”

P: “So I was the one to become God”

“But at the very last moment, as God bombarded me with his powers and memories. The same meteor the killed what you mortals say are the dinosaurs, hit the Yucatán peninsula and flooded the world with its fiery hellstorm.”

I tried to save us, but I wasn’t used to having THIS much power. So everyone died, including the old god.

“He gave me his memories as stated previously, but he showed me his final memory first”

G:

“Hello inheritor, if your hearing this….I’m dead. After the creation and destruction of everything an infinite amount of times. Existence becomes boring”

“But since in God, I can’t die. So I’m creating the Drip, a sub dimension that will erase my physical and mental state so that I will flow into everything and become history as my perception fades. I trust you to use my power to your own liking.”

M “wait a minute, where are we now?”

P “here’s the bombshell, it’s the notes”

M “what do you mean?”

P “Listen Mark, this isn’t real. You are currently being written in a story. The place we are is the notes app where the Writer is writing other stories.”

“The black water below is all of those stories and infinite amount of times, but it’s also the black background of the notes app”

“The Writer writes his stories roughly in the notes app and then publishes them to the general public”

“To wrap your head around this, imagine every drop of water in this infinite black sea is an infinite amount of stories in an infinite space that happened an infinite amount of times. As well as that every Planck volume the ocean is deep, is an infinite space where these infinite stories in an infinite space that happen for an infinite amount of time are infinitely stacked upon each other. Each of these Planck volume sized spaces to us will infinity transcend the one below it.”

“To put it simply, you and me have transcended all of this and are now above the concept of fiction”

“Meaning that I could reach out of the phone that this is being written on and shoot a laser through the Writers eye”

M: “If you are capable of all of this? I want to see how fast you are, for a god like yourself”

P “Very well Mark, wish granted.”

He quickly fell down into the black water if an infinite everything below and began to swim with each stroke being quicker than the last. I watched as he swam to the horizon and he left my line of sight. I though he was gone until I heard water moving behind me, that’s when I saw the Paragon swimming towards me from the opposite direction.

When he noticed me noticing him, he levitated back to me.

P: “Essentially, what I just did was swim through the infinite ocean of everything so fast that I looped absolute infinity.”

P “One final thing before we begin to wrap this up, I will leave you with one last idea of comprehension of the realm we are”

M: “Okay man.”

P “So imagine that the ocean below is an infinite piece of paper. For every Planck Volume sized piece of that paper, holds an infinite space an infinite amount of times, this infinity by infinity space holds everything that did happen, what should have happened, what didn’t happen, and what shouldn’t have happened and infinite amount of times. These events are constantly changing and looping an infinite amount of times as well. Now imagine that for every piece of an infinite sized piece of paper stacked on top of each other, the one on top infinitely transcend the one below it. Now imagine that these papers are infinitely stacked on top of each other. That’s essentially what this ocean is.”

At this point I was struggling to form thoughts in my head an an existential crisis flooded my body and drove me to insanity.

The Paragon must have seen me go insane before his eyes because he shot me down through a portal back to my point of origin.

The portal ride was no easier as I couldn’t begin to grasp what I saw. I saw unfamiliar shapes move in ways alien to human perception while these shapes were being basted in colors I hadn’t seen before.

Even though I just comprehended the incomprehensible, it was still easier on me than hearing about Gods ego death and how I’m a fictional character.

This is the end of the road for me, I can feel myself beginning to foam at the mouth.

Goodbye.

Wait what’s this? This isn’t Marks perspective yet we are flying back to the same dimension.

Hello reader, I just want to let you know. That somewhere as you’re reading this, a human is being contacted by the one, true god in his dreams and learning that he, you, and everything you knew or thought you knew was all merely…………….fiction.