Another dream...
I'm in one of those gorgeous old school cathedrals at a small doily laden table. A porcelain tea set and a plate of cookies. And across from me sits God. Looks like David Tenant. I know. Fitting. Anyway. I'm sitting there holding my tea cup nattering away at him when a warthog style jeep from Halo comes crashing through one of the stained glass windows. It screeches to a halt inches from our table. Jesus is at the wheel and Sargent Johnson is on gun. Johnson's just sorta there; like Jesus got a two for one deal from Bungie.
Jesus stands up and points at me, grins like a nutter, and chucks a corn dog at my head. And then he yells "Lighten the fuck up!" Sits back down, swings the warthog around and crashes out another window.
I set my tea cup down and pick up the corn dog. I give God an apologetic look and shrug. I tell him we can't see each other any more because religion is, indeed, a very serious matter. And when Jesus says lighten up, well... what's a girl gonna do, right? So God gives me a sad look and watches me walk out.
Jesus stands up and points at me, grins like a nutter, and chucks a corn dog at my head. And then he yells "Lighten the fuck up!" Sits back down, swings the warthog around and crashes out another window.
I set my tea cup down and pick up the corn dog. I give God an apologetic look and shrug. I tell him we can't see each other any more because religion is, indeed, a very serious matter. And when Jesus says lighten up, well... what's a girl gonna do, right? So God gives me a sad look and watches me walk out.