I met God in a dream once. He was nice.

This dream dates back to when I was in university… It came the night after I’d been having a theological debate with a friend of mine.  She’s a devout Anglican–me, a devout Agnostic.

(I definitely believe in a Higher Purpose that we cannot fathom with our tiny human brains. [Yet.] I also believe that we apprehend only the barest sliver of the reality that surrounds us and am perfectly willing to buy into the idea that some incomprehensible engine that is driving this whole machine.)

… But do I believe that eternal engine is an angry old man who says things like, “… for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me?”

Nope.

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I am my own worst nightmare — literally

Don't y'all have anything better to do?

Do you ever have those nightmares where something really scary is chasing you and you’re finding it almost impossible to run because you’re soooooo tired and your feet feel like they’re encased in cement and each step takes an eternity and you know that scary monster is going to catch up to you and chomp your head off any second now?

… Have you ever wondered what might happen if you turned around and confronted the beast?

That’s what I did in a dream I had some years ago. And the results were NOT what I expected.

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Figures my most vivid dream in days would feature a CHAINSAW

… And let’s not forget the maniac wielding said chainsaw.

Except, in this case — at least at one point — the chainsaw-wielding maniac was ME.

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