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May. 7th, 2006 01:24 amI live close by a high school that is really into sports. Bear that in mind.
Anyway, I had this strange, strange dream Friday morning. A religious vision, really. I saw strange, burning lights and trembled as I heard the booming, awe-inspiring voice of God. It was a life-changing kind of vision. I could see how my life would have to change if I accepted the Faith, but how could I not after a message from the Almighty?
I was bitterly disappointed, to tell you the truth. I'm perfectly happy to be a nonbeliever. I prefer philosophy and logic to the unbending tenets of organized religion. Now I would have to be devout and go to church and proselytize and all these other things I didn't want to have to do. Couldn't be arsed before. But now the alternative was hell and damnation.
I'd have to listen to Christian rock. *shudder*
As I lay in bed half awake and contemplating this vision, I heard the loud, booming voice from the loudspeaker at the highschool's stadium announcing an upcoming track and field event. A loud, booming voice that sounded exceedingly and recently familiar. I realized that the Voice announcing the 50 yard dash had worked itself into my dreaming mind in the most insidious of ways.
Punked by my own sub-conscious! Goddamnit! Still, it's with much relief that I continue on my wicked way.
Oh, and the hijinx continued this morning as well, by the way. I hit the snooze button several times trying to get that chick singing the National Anthem to shut the hell up.
Anyway, I had this strange, strange dream Friday morning. A religious vision, really. I saw strange, burning lights and trembled as I heard the booming, awe-inspiring voice of God. It was a life-changing kind of vision. I could see how my life would have to change if I accepted the Faith, but how could I not after a message from the Almighty?
I was bitterly disappointed, to tell you the truth. I'm perfectly happy to be a nonbeliever. I prefer philosophy and logic to the unbending tenets of organized religion. Now I would have to be devout and go to church and proselytize and all these other things I didn't want to have to do. Couldn't be arsed before. But now the alternative was hell and damnation.
I'd have to listen to Christian rock. *shudder*
As I lay in bed half awake and contemplating this vision, I heard the loud, booming voice from the loudspeaker at the highschool's stadium announcing an upcoming track and field event. A loud, booming voice that sounded exceedingly and recently familiar. I realized that the Voice announcing the 50 yard dash had worked itself into my dreaming mind in the most insidious of ways.
Punked by my own sub-conscious! Goddamnit! Still, it's with much relief that I continue on my wicked way.
Oh, and the hijinx continued this morning as well, by the way. I hit the snooze button several times trying to get that chick singing the National Anthem to shut the hell up.
