I had another horrible dream last night. It was the end of the world. Well, more like the horrible things happening before the actual end of the world moment. And if people inhaled this certain gas, then they would die and their bodies would snap in half at the waist. Yeah, Mom made me stop telling her any more once I reached that point.
I just wish I could get some sleep without weirdness. It's not realistic. The dimensions in dreams are so different than reality. And dreams portray Time when he was still young. Now, if these dreams actually made sense, then maybe it would be different. And, the funny thing is, I wish God would speak to me in dreams. Like, I have longed for the gift of dreams and visions for ever. If this is it, though, it's disturbing, unsettling, and freaky.
Could you clear things up for me just a little, God?
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