Dream sat at the head of the long table, anxiety crawling up his spine as if his back were a tree and his worries were ambitious ivies. The weight of the Minecraft server on Dream's shoulders was a burden he had willingly taken on, yet in moments like these, he wondered if it was more than he could handle.

Around him, the faces of the smp members looked back expectantly. Tommy, Puffy, Phil, Techno, Tubbo, Wilbur, and others sat waiting for him to speak. Their eyes bore into him, each carrying concerns and expectations that added to the pile Dream carried.

Tommy, being his usual problematic self, was fidgeting restlessly, disrupting the solemn silence. He glanced at Dream every now and then, his eyes glinting with mischief. He was testing Dream's patience, being a thorn in his side as always.

Dream, however, wasn't in the mood for banter or pranks. He was under tremendous pressure to maintain balance in the SMP, and Tommy's antics only added to his stress. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, mirroring his racing thoughts.

"Alright," he started, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. His eyes met each person’s in turn, making sure he got his point across. "We need to talk about the future of the SMP."

A collective intake of breath was heard throughout the room. Dream's serious tone was rare, a sign of something deeply important. All eyes were on him, focused and waiting for him to continue.

The discussion that followed was long and tiresome. With conflicts, disagreements, and several arguments, managing the SMP was proving to be a Herculean task. Dream was growing weary, emotionally and mentally.

Frustration seeped into his voice as Tommy continued to test his patience. Tommy's continuous interruptions and unwanted comments were grating on his nerves, pushing him to his edge.

Yet, Dream steeled himself, forcing calmness into his tone. He was silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts before speaking again. "We have to remember why we’re here. We’re a team. We built this place together."

His words hung heavy in the room, a reminder of all they had shared, the camaraderie they had built. For a moment, there was silence as everyone took in his words.

Then, as if some invisible tension string had snapped, Tommy started laughing. A loud, mocking laughter that echoed around the room. "Oh Dream, you really think you're some kind of god, huh?"

Dream's eyes narrowed, his patience finally snapping. "Let's see, Tommy," he said, his tone deceptively calm. "Would a mere admin have this power?"

Dream swept out his hand, and the room went dark. When the light returned, they sat not in their modern conference room, but in a majestic palace, white and gold, with high domed ceilings.

Astonishment rippled through the room, as everyone looked around in awe. Tommy's laughter had died, replaced with wide-eyed shock. Dream smirked, finally silencing the unruly youth.

"This... This is admin power," Dream declared, his voice echoing around the grand hall. His eyes shone brightly with power and determination, finally revealing the depth of his abilities.

Every smp member sat in stunned silence, their eyes reflecting the awe and respect they had for Dream. He wasn't just another player; he was much more. He was a god in their virtual world.

Dream returned them to their original surroundings after a moment, the grandeur replaced by the familiar confines of their meeting room. Yet, the atmosphere had undeniably changed.

Tommy was silent, his usual bravado replaced by shock. Even Technoblade, usually so aloof, looked impressed. Dream let a small smile spread across his face. "Now, let's discuss like civilized people."

The rest of the meeting passed in a more orderly fashion, with everyone contributing constructively. The experience had brought a newfound respect and unity amongst them, something Dream had hoped for.

After the meeting, Dream was left alone in the room. He leaned back in his chair, a tired sigh escaping him. His display of power had taken a toll on him, but it was worth it.

Dream was more than just an admin. He was the glue holding them together, the guiding light in their chaotic world. Yes, he was a god in their realm, but more importantly, he was their friend and leader.

As Dream exited the room, he left with a sense of accomplishment and relief. The smp was his responsibility, his creation, his home. And with his friends by his side, he was ready to bear the weight of the world.

That day marked a turning point in the SMP, a day they finally acknowledged Dream for what he truly was. His struggles, his responsibilities, and his power were no longer a mystery.

Despite the challenges, the SMP would continue to grow stronger under Dream's leadership. It wasn't just a game anymore; it was a community, a family. And Dream was at its heart, leading them towards a brighter future.

From that day forward, their respect and love for Dream grew. They saw how much he cared for them and their world. Though he was their admin and god, he was first and foremost their friend, fighting for their unity and peace.

Dream learned that managing an SMP was no easy task. It came with its frustrations and challenges. But the respect and unity he earned from his friends made every difficulty worth it.

Tommy, who was his most trying participant, had learned his lesson that day. He respected Dream's authority and even became a supportive aide in his missions. The SMP thrived under their united efforts.

They had their fair share of adventures and trials. But with Dream leading them, they knew they could face anything. Their respect for him as an admin god cemented his place at the helm of the SMP.

This taught them an invaluable lesson. That strength and power came with immense responsibility. And Dream showed them that it was possible to manage the hurdles, with patience, understanding and team spirit.

Running the SMP wasn't an easy task, but Dream was ready to accept the challenge. From that day forward, he led his team with a newfound vigor, ensuring the unity, peace, and prosperity of their world.

Their adventures continued, with Dream calmly leading them through every challenge. The SMP blossomed under his leadership, a testament to their unity and shared dream. It became a haven for every member, a place they proudly called home.

Dream might have been an admin, a god in their world, but he was their friend first. He was their constant, their guide in the chaotic world of Minecraft. And they wouldn't have it any other way.

That day was etched in the history of the SMP, a day when they realized the true worth and power of Dream. A day when they understood his struggles and respected him even more. A day when they truly recognized him as a leader.

Dream in return, was grateful to have them by his side. Each member of the SMP was precious to him, a part of the world he treasured. Together, they faced every challenge that came their way, emerging stronger with each battle.

And so, the SMP flourished under Dream's leadership. They became a unit, a family in their virtual world. They learned to respect and accept their differences, to unite under their common goal. As Dream led them into the future, they followed, ready to face anything together.