kind words last night was the dog that veered into the basket and Russia, and this was not a little disturbed my sleep. Probably this is the cause of the continuous noise in my dream band 00:30 to 02:15. But anyway.
Basically this happens: Jesus seems to me a guy who got shit all the time trying to convince me that he is' Jesus and that I must believe in him and everything else.
Miracles on miracles, amazing numbers, appearances, I see human figures everywhere, like rain shrouds, and Meanwhile, I clogged ears of parables and psalms. Sgarra not one, has tangible answers on everything, and I shut up watch and learn.
short, almost towards the end of a dream and I must say I yield the evidence: questions and all doubts have vanished. Indeed, even 10 minutes and I would become an ultraconservative Monaco Benedictine. Or a nun.
Then the stroke of genius.
While there who wiggles his fingers and brings up ghosts and shapes, I see him in another 100 m. And I say
"But what are you there?"
"yes, I am everywhere. I'm also that guy."
"So if there are real I can run down there and touch the second figure?"
"Sure. Go ahead"
In short, I started running because I want to go by the record for the 100 meter dash. I 4 meters, then I turn to him and I
"AHA! It 's all a farce! See? I want to run up there, out of breath but I can not move legs fast. And you know why? Because this is a dream! And in my dreams I can never run! Becca, Jesus! "
Oh. There is still evil.
But bad bad, eh!
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