Woah, what a weird dream! It started off with me in bed. When I got up and looked out the window, I didn’t see the sky, or clouds or the sun. I saw a giant scroll stretching as far as I could see. The writing on it, I knew, was Ancient Hebrew. Even though I couldn’t read Ancient Hebrew, I knew the scroll said that today was the end of the world.
Alarmed by this fact, I ran downstairs screaming and hollering, “Oh my God, we’re going to die!” But when I reached the kitchen, everyone was sitting there, peacefully eating breakfast and chatting like they normally would. I asked them if they noticed that the sky had been replaced by a giant scroll, reading that today was the end of the world. They said that they realized this and decided to spend their last day on Earth doing their normal everyday routine; living out the day as God gives it to them.
But I didn’t want to spend my last day here sitting around the house. There were people that I wanted to say goodbye to and spend time with, movies I wanted to see, places I wanted to go, experiences I wanted to have. But my parents insisted that we all stay home together like we normally would have, and I wasn’t even allowed to use the phone.
Upset by this condition, I went upstairs to sulk. I spent almost my entire day upstairs pouting, crying, reading, writing poems, listening to the radio, playing my guitar, lying down, and crying some more. I only went downstairs to eat, watch TV for a few minutes, ask my parents if they changed their minds about letting me leave the house, and then pout in front of them when I got their answer.
Unavoidably, the end of the day, and world, was only a few minutes away. So my parents called me downstairs, and we all went and sat out on the porch together and waited.
The second before the day ended, the entire sky lit up with a flash that totally blinded me, and for an instant, I felt unconscious. Then, immediately after, I regained consciousness, but not my vision; I was still blind. I realized that I was in the presence of God, and that he is about to decide where I go in the afterlife.
Then God spoke, but it wasn’t a man’s voice and it wasn’t a woman’s voice either. It wasn’t a child’s voice, nor was it an adult’s voice. It wasn’t an angry, or happy or sad voice. It wasn’t in English, or Spanish, or French or Italian. It was a voice like all the voices ever spoken since the beginning of time combined. Every tone, every emotion, every octave in every language, of every voice, was in God’s voice all at once.
And God said: “Timothy Daniel Girard, this past day has been your Day of Judgment. It was to reflect how you looked upon your entire life: to see if you have lived a full and fruitful and happy one.”
“You spent your last day doing nothing but wallowing in self pity, and trying to bring others down with you. This proves that you haven’t used the life that I have given you, to its full extent, and then wished to fit everything in on the Last Day.”
“You will be given one last chance to prove that you can use the gifts that I have given you, to their fullest extent and be happy with the results. Now go. And heed these words I have told you, for this is your last chance.”
And with those words, the blinding, white light began to fade until I was in total darkness. That is when I opened my eyes, here in my bed. Wow, weird.
Well, I should get back to sleep, I have to get up early for school. Well, G’night…
-Until when next I dream-
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