Dreamed last night that I was a legal proxy for God- one of a few people whom, it had been discovered, could channel the voice of God directly; and were put on the stand in His stead when people wished to take legal action against Him, a phenomenon that occurred with increasing regularity once precedent for this method had been set.
Proxies (as we came to be called) were kept in cells not unlike jail cells, whether to protect us or to protect others from us was never certain. One of the side effects of channeling the Almighty was gradual and total erosion of personality. Another was the inability to sleep or eat. Proxies tended to take considerably longer to waste away than was considered normal for such deprivations, on the order of weeks. But it’s not like they noticed. It was as if the Voice of God had, in passing through them, hollowed them out and left nothing but a pallid, 2-dimensional image of a human being in its wake.