The turtles and the fishes dream

I dreamed my soul was spinning with yours in a large pool of cool water. I could feel God’s fingertips dancing in the liquid, shaping all the things of the world and as a soul would float by he’d stroke it and it would turn into either a turtle or a fish. The turtles and fish got sorted one from the other by the inertia of the swirling water, with the heavier turtles clambering over each other to get out of the pool eventually and the fish filling any spaces with wriggling forms until there were more bodies than there was water and it seemed impossible for anything more to be created. God withdrew his hand.