Last night I had a dream that I was hanging out with a group of friends, when God suddenly appeared to me in the form of a five story tall marble statue of an old bearded man, adorned with gold and jewels and bathed in warm light.
“Is this enough proof for you, Jen?” he asked, both confident and a tad bit annoyed.
“Come on,” I replied, “how do I know this isn’t just a hallucination? If you’re going to go to the effort to give me proof, at least give it under controlled laboratory conditions.”
Move over lucid dreaming. I sleep debate religious apologetics.
Though to assure you I’m not completely devoid of creativity thanks to atheism, my following dream involved traveling back in time to the Lost City of Atlantis, where they bred Pokemon-like creatures and were totally nonplussed by our arrival since they apparently get time travelers all the time.
My brain is weird.