Me vs God

All my life I've had dreams about the end of the world. Everyone dying everything coming to a closing. They used to bother me so much. I used to wake up after having them and just fret and worry all day because they really were scary.

I remember having one where I still lived in Nacogdoches. The Satan himself came up through Randy's floor and his dad was fighting him while we ran down the road. Demons were erupting all over and we were just trying to get to my house which was apparently safe. I woke up after this dream disturbed.

Now In the last 2 weeks I have had four dreams about the end of the world. Two of them where I directly fought God actually. The world was ending and I watched as the land was ripped apart. I even had a sit down with him in light discussion over everything. Then me and my band of friends took our spaceship to heaven itself and crash-landed in a direct assault on heaven.

I like these dreams now. I don't wake up scared or guilty feeling or anything bad. I wake up feeling invigorated, thinking, "Damn, that would make a badass movie or game." It's exciting, having dreams, because I can do or experience things in them that are not possible in real life. The only time I don't welcome them now is when they involve my brother.

I don't remember details on last nights now, but I remembered it when I first woke up.

I guess it means no more waking up and crying because a giant purple tornado was destroying Elmira new York and all I could do was watch in horror from my grandma's porch as it came towards us.