I'm coughing so deep that I'm becoming light headed.
I was born with lungs that seem to be weak, and coughing fits usually can leave me light headed.
I'll tell you a dream I had. It was about God. God is not about Good and Evil. God is beyond that, or at least God thinks so. However, God likes games.
In God's game, the souls of 7 are placed into a temple and are to hunt one another down until only one soul remains.
The lone surviving soul gains entry into heaven, while the other six are gone forever.
There was this one soul, represented by a blond woman who looked kind, but gave me the chills. I saw this blond soul gut some unfortunate soul in this hall of the temple, and it scared me.
On and on it went, what once was pure became full of hate and rage. The souls fought one another, all for their chance They became ruthless, thirsty for one another's demise.
Eventually, the blond soul stood alone, a strange look of contentment on her face. I remember that I was scared. God only wanted to amuse himself, and man was his own personal inside joke. A flawed creature of fickle fancies and sour tastes.
I never dream in the first person, always the third, and I saw myself getting killed in this little game. I had this dream only once, around 1999, and it haunted me for about a week.
I think I'm sleepy now.
I was born with lungs that seem to be weak, and coughing fits usually can leave me light headed.
I'll tell you a dream I had. It was about God. God is not about Good and Evil. God is beyond that, or at least God thinks so. However, God likes games.
In God's game, the souls of 7 are placed into a temple and are to hunt one another down until only one soul remains.
The lone surviving soul gains entry into heaven, while the other six are gone forever.
There was this one soul, represented by a blond woman who looked kind, but gave me the chills. I saw this blond soul gut some unfortunate soul in this hall of the temple, and it scared me.
On and on it went, what once was pure became full of hate and rage. The souls fought one another, all for their chance They became ruthless, thirsty for one another's demise.
Eventually, the blond soul stood alone, a strange look of contentment on her face. I remember that I was scared. God only wanted to amuse himself, and man was his own personal inside joke. A flawed creature of fickle fancies and sour tastes.
I never dream in the first person, always the third, and I saw myself getting killed in this little game. I had this dream only once, around 1999, and it haunted me for about a week.
I think I'm sleepy now.
that dream...you should write a book, and get your buddies to write books that sort of go with it but don't fit at the same time...call the collection of books the bible, right now you'll be persecuted, but in a thousand years your religion will be most successful in converting people, though only 40% of people will actually follow you. people will base their every action on your words. put some really silly stuff in there, like "every wednesday at 3am you shall sacrifice your neighbors dog with a pickle fork and then force feed it to their youngest child." people would do that. and you know what? it would probably be called christianity.
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