I dreamt that the birth of the universe was actually a game of pong with those blocks you gotta get rid of? That, but in reverse…
I’m in an elevator, tied to the ceiling and God (I somehow know it’s God) is poking me with a stick.
I dreamed i was floating under the ocean near the shore… and the waves never crashed directly on me… i was rolling along with the waves. it was extremely peaceful and i felt cleansed after this dream. i have it alot. i think it’s gods way of cradling me, when im upset.
Just as I almost finished typing my special and cherished dream, something erased the entire text.
Maybe my dream wasn’t meant to be shared.