As I was alive once more, I went on to look at how I looked, for my esteem and vanity. My form was still mine… but more. Enhanced. Transcendent. Irresistible.
I stood 5'6", short by mortal standards, but every inch of me radiated presence. My fair skin glowed faintly like moonlight on water. My black hair — artfully messy — framed my face like midnight silk. My eyes shimmered in hues of silver twilight, holding galaxies within them. And yes, I kept my best asset: a delicious, plump, mouthwatering bubble butt that made gods and monsters alike turn heads. My body was lean and muscular — the perfect twunk.
For those who don't know: a twunk is a twink with muscle. Think: lithe, sexy, and strong enough to throw a god into bed or out a window — whichever was more fun.
I wore a tight black sheer glittery shirt, like starlight clinging to skin. My pants were black, sculpted to my thighs and curves, teasing every step. It does justice to my amazing bubble butt that looks so delicious. Over it all flowed a thin, obsidian trench-like coat, long and rippling like shadow-silk, its endless train whispering secrets wherever I walked.
I was stunned. Endlessly good-looking. A far cry from the boring, average mortal I once was.
And from looking at my eternal beauty…I thought to begin to ccreatemy realm. I have all the information i needed in my head, when I came to be. I knew how to use my powers, and what my purpose was. i was born from my own willininess to dream and perserve, as I absorb the energy in the void. Nevertheless, I went on to create my realm, the Dreaming.
My realm is my new home, my kingdom, and my heart — The Dreaming. It was inspired by the Sandman's realm from Netflix and the comics; I made it my own — a divine tapestry where my imagination became geography, and the impossible walked in daylight. Just a thought, with imagination and my will, everything can be.
The sky above was ever-shifting: daydream blue, melancholy violet, fiery sunset red, and sometimes a velvet black glittering with golden stars that pulsed with the dreams of sleeping minds.
The ground could be anything — sand, stone, glowing moss, floating islands of memory, rivers of liquid starlight. Thought shaped it. Emotion anchored it. Ever expanding. And I ruled it.
I will into existence a castle fitting for an Endless and the Ruler of Dreams.
My throne room had a vast domed ceiling painted like a living night sky. Stars moved above, forming constellations from dreamers' minds. My throne, carved from a comet's core, glowed faintly with shifting hues of blue and purple, as if the Aurora Borealis had been trapped within crystal.
Corridors inside the castle changed with every visit. One day, they might be a quiet library hall; another, a garden of glass roses. You never walked the same path twice unless the Dreaming wanted you to.
Then came an infinite library. Every book ever dreamed, every thought that is heard, every story never written, every word unspoken but imagined — they were all here.
And you may ask who helps keep things running, right?
I went on to create and dream up a Librarian.
I created him — a buff, sexy, hot-as-sin male librarian, named Chris Evans. What? You can blame me or point fingers at me. He is a hot guy, and he will not be the real Chris Evans, BUT A DREAM version that I CREATE FOR MY OWN PLEASURE AND EYE CANDY.
He had broad shoulders, gentle blue eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses, and a voice like honey over thunder. Shirt unbuttoned to the abs. Pants that should be illegal.
He was calm, intelligent, endlessly patient — except when I teased him, which was often. or when when i am horny then you can see I have a ride of my life.
He catalogs all the dreams that passed through, even the ones people forgot the moment they woke. Past, present, and future — the Dreaming remembered even when mortals did not.
I also went on to create more individuals to help in my realm, The Nightmares and Dreams.
I went on to create my children: the dreams and nightmares.
Some were beautiful — winged lovers, singing stars, endless fields of joy and healing. They guided lost souls to peace, helped mortals mend, grow, and hope.
Others were terrifying — shadows with too many eyes, echoes of childhood fears, broken promises in human form. They weren't evil. They served their purpose — to challenge, to frighten, to help dreamers face what they would not face awake.
They all bowed to me. Because I was the Dream and their master and creator.
I also created a guide and my eyes in the waking world.
My Raven — Matthew.
His purpose is to keep eyes on the waking world, so that was the purpose why Matthew came to be.
He was sarcastic, loyal, a bit clumsy, and incredibly smart. Through him, I watched over the dreamers as they slept. Spy on the gods, demigods, wizards, witches, anything magical, and the mortals.
Matthew would perch on the edge of windowsills, fly through keyholes, and peed unseen whispered secrets only the subconscious could hear.
This was my realm. My people and creations. This was my kingdom.
I was not a god. I was not a demon. I was not a man.
I was Dream. The Endless. The Beautiful. The Beginning and End of Thought.
And now that I had my realm, it was time to turn my gaze outward — to the new world beyond. A world of gods, angels, devils,demigods, naghic, wiutches, wizards, and all things magical.
Let them dream of me.
Because soon, they would learn:
Even the divine are not immune to dreams.