I had a dream about a place that shouldn't exist, and God was locked there.

This whole dream took place inside this hotel, with cream-colored walls with red accents. I remember that it was incredibly tall, having 12 floors if i'm not mistaken. Well, in the top floor, the only thing there was a door. That didn't made sense, there was no space for a room. Well, I opened it, and inside was another room with another door, and big windows where the only thing you could see was the sky. Then, I opened the other door, and there was a similar room with another similar door.

The first six rooms were empty, but in the seventh there was a man, with a grey suit and grey hair, looking like he was in his 50's. Around him, there were this colorful geometric structures placed in pedestals made of metal. I remember specifically one, made of amber-colored cubes that kept generating more and more cubes. For some reason, they crept me out a lot, perhaps it was the "something being alive in a way that it shouldn't"

That man, which I think it was God, told me he had been creating them, because after creating everything, he got bored and started creating new things. Im not sure why he was inside that impossible space in the hotel, I don't think he told me, but either way I was so crept out by those alive sculptures that I left, and I locked the door.

After that, more and more people came, some people that I knew from real life, and some that I don't think they ever existed, and we formed a sort of group that protected that impossible door. I even remember celebrating a birthday with them! We were 12 members in total, if I'm not mistaken

Eventually, for one reason or other, the five of us that were real went inside that imposible door, and since I had this dream a long long time ago, I don't really know what happened. I think, since this was the first time that they had entered, they really freaked out about God being inside.

I don't really know what did he say or do, but I know that all of us ran from that place, and I specifically remember that four of us had made it out, and only one of them was left behind. We waited for some moments, and, when she eventually appeared running towards the exist, the five of us bolted from there.

Two of us ran towards the bathrooms in that floor and went inside to hide. So me and the other two members ran down flights of stairs that didn't made to much sense, eventually, since we had gone through an external flight of stairs, we arrived in the garden of the hotel. I remember that I almost banged myself against a metal wall because I slipped in some wet mud on the floor.

The other two were had came following us, and we reorganized there. ¿Remember that member that dissapeared for some moments? Well, turns out she was the last one to come out of the impossible door, and she didn't remember to close the door. Not only that, she had dropped one of the roses inside the impossible rooms.

The roses, which in that moment I had been made aware of their existence, were a literal pair of roses, that also were the symbolical keys to the impossible door. So, to summarize, we had left a jail cell open with the one of the keys inside. Thankfully I had the other rose with me, but that didn't help much if God had the rose.

The reason why we wanted to keep God locked inside the impossible rooms, honestly is a bit flimsy. When I first met him, those sculptures he kept making gave a feeling that only I can compare to looking at body-horror.

Anyway, right after we decided to go back inside, I remember having to climb a rusted electrical tower, I don't know why. I think it was so I could reach the top floor more easily, but I don't really understand the logic either. Anyway, just as I halfway on the rusted ladder, one rose in hand, the world ended. Perhaps it was because God actually left the impossible rooms, and entered the real world, but the only true reason I can give for the world ending is that I woke up.

Funnily enough, that same night, but just some hours before, I had another dream that I think could have been easily been a sequel to this dream, although is was more shorter and way less interesting.

I remember waking up in my high school, with a group of other people. Apparently I was in the middle of the apocalypse, but the only way you'd know that was because there was no one nowhere else. Eventually, after searching every class possible and impossible we regrouped inside a classroom, and apparently one of those people fucking hated me, and just when I entered through the door, she stabbed me in the neck with a boxcutter.

Anyway, I died and I woke up. And then I fell asleep and had the first dream, and then I woke up again. That's pretty much it.

Also, when writing this I remembered other scenes that I know where from dreams: Looking at a sunset in a cliff with someone, The end of a race being blocked by a mysterious gate, and a building with long ass hallways full of doors. Im pretty sure that they're either from other dreams, or from the same dreams but before the consistent story started.