The Heir of Providence

It starts with a Dream.

Not just any dream, but the most vivid dream you've ever had. It starts off normal enough, a dream you've had before. Realizing this you start to have some fun making the reality of your dream whatever you want. However unlike normal, you quickly loose control. Every time your mind wanders reality obeys. You try to control it, but the harder you try the more things start to twist and change. For everything you fix, 10 more get warped beyond recognition. You're fighting a loosing battle, and starting to panic. You know that once you loose grip on everything else, it's you that will warp next.

you try to just picture the room you grew up in, the one thing you know better than anything else. However try as you might to stabilize reality around the image, inevitably you loose control of bits a pieces here and there. When they pass out of your conscious awareness they being to twist and warp. You try to fight it, but you can't. The room around you begins to shrink, as you desperately cling to your immediate surroundings. Everything outside of what your holding is lost to a chaotic static of everything and nothing. As the world narrows down to just the bed your on you think you might be safe, but in your brief moment of relief you loose concentration of a bit of the end of your bed and by the time you realize it, it's already joined the chaos. Panic slams back into you and you lose yet another piece. You can't hold it. Bit by bit, inch by inch, your loosing control and the chaos is coming for you. Just as you feel the end approaching, feel the final oblivion descending on the last corner of reality, where you crouch huddled in on yourself terrified, and alone. You suddenly wake in a jolt!

Cold sweat covers you, and pools underneath you. Panic is griping you so tight it hurts, stinging your skin and clawing your chest. You gasp huge frantic breaths of air feeling like you might die at any moment. Like your heart might just give out, or your brain might just shut off and give up. It's your survival instinct that eventually kicks in forcing you to start calming down.

After what feels like an eternity, your heart beat and breathing have finally slowed enough for you to feel like you might just survive. You open your eyes to view your surroundings. Half expecting to see the horror of a half melted reality all around you, already collapsing in. What greets your sight however is something very normal, and very familiar. You look around to see the room you grew up in. You look down to see the bed you slept in. The familiarity of it a soothing balm on your addled mind. Panic from your dream turned nightmare melting away.

Noticing your hands still trembling you abruptly cast the sweat soaked blankets aside and hoist yourself out of bed. Feeling sudden and immense relief in the simple normality of it. Even the feeling of the cold sweat covering you is a relief, simply because it's there. It's real! You start your way across the room, intent on heading to the bathroom for a nice hot shower but something stops you. You look around, and something is wrong. Things are somehow out of place, but you can't figure out how. The more you look though, the more sure you are. Then you notice it, it's the details. You can't make them out. Logo's on items, and faces on photos are a blur. Some shouldn't even be there. You realize with a resurgence of panic that it's not over. You're not awake, and it's happening again.

Your suddenly hit with an overwhelming feeling of deja vu. Except it's not deja vu. This HAS happened before. This isn't the first time you've gone through this cycle. You don't know how many times you've done this. Dozens? Hundreds? It doesn't matter, because what you do know is that you can't do it again. The last time you 'woke', you almost didn't survive. This has to stop. Something has to change, but what? What can you change if this is all a dream and nothing is real?

You. This is your fault. This all started when you realized you were dreaming, and wanted to have some fun. Changing things with the power of dream. Only this time you can't control it. This time for whatever reason it's too powerful, and your brain just can't keep up.

Then it dawns on you. If you can do anything, why can't you give the power to do anything away? Invest it into something else, something that can't act or think on it's own. If you do that, then you won't be able to destroy everything by simply not thinking about it correctly.

You cast around the room looking for something to fill with the reality changing power.

Then you see it, and you known it's the only option.