Creator of worlds, drunk and soiled he is our mighty lord

Last night as I lay observantly as the wind whipped mercilessly against my cracked windows, and the whistles penetrated every gap in the ageing frame pushing my curtains outwards. I slipped into a bizarre dream I feel is worthy of a mention. In this dream my bed formed the nucleus of the big bang, electric blue clouds spun vehemently in a swirl of tornado like wind and flashes of blinding blue lighting crashed around me. My bed beneath cracked and split under the pressure before a huge flash of light sent everything including myself flying into millions of pieces into the dark forming planets and moons in its wake. I awoke and arrogantly assumed that this could only mean that my mere existence brought to life another galaxy. It was at this point I leant out to take a victorious sip of water from the side of my bed leaning to too far out I rolled gracefully from my bed knocking over said water and a half drank can of Stella. It was at this point I felt that my existence was purely biological and the result of nothing but human nature. This stark reality hit home poignantly as I lay there with the warm larger carving its way through my crack of my arse like the forming of a great river. The striking reality of my drunkenness hit home and the realisation that my dream with not a primordial dream so powerful it formed universes but rather a drunken fantasy formed through regular over excessive alcohol consumption. I was not a god but rather more likely somebody experiencing the first signs of brain damage. I awoke this morning clinging naked and cold to a pair of stained boxers for warmth fragile and weak like a new born baby, like the first child in the bountiful Garden of Eden. The wind outside had calmed and I proceeded to the window flinging the curtains open and forcing the windows open I presented my limp body to this new fledgling world (and my old extremely catholic neighbour) and embraced an air that seemed so pure it could easily have been the first breath drawn of a new world. Which then posed the question? Drunken idiot??? Or mighty god????