Last night. I've taken the shape of a Russian nesting doll, but my bottom end is rounded, like a Weeble Wobble. I'm lying on my back.
My head, or rather, the upper part of my body, is generating religions. All the religions that have ever been, and brand new ones as well. They come out of my body like multi-colored bubbles, some little, some almost as big as me. I do not understand any of the religions that I'm spawning, but I feel like I should, since they're coming out of me.
The lower half of my body is giving birth (without the benefit of a birth canal or any sort of vaginal opening) to hundreds of multi-cultural babies. Babies of all colors, all creeds. They are all speaking in different tongues. I cannot understand anything they're saying.
The fact that I cannot fathom the complex belief systems nor interpret the words of the infants I'm begetting causes me great consternation. I grow more and more anxious with each religion and baby that pops out of me. They come faster and faster, and my bewilderment and fear builds.
