So…another fucked up dream. I was in this room that kept shifting back and forth, causing everyone to slide from one end of the room to the other. The earth’s axes had become unstable, it seems, and the situation was getting worse. Lebron James came up to me with tears in his eyes, asking me to help. What could I do? I didn’t believe what was happening was real. A thought was inserted into my brain; “Look to the horizon and know it is true.” Where did that thought come from, I wondered. My belief in God had been taken away from me at 16. Poof. Not some exhaustive internal debate. I simply didn’t believe anymore and could not believe. In the dream I said out loud “Why are you doing this?” Boom. Slammed against a wall. Finally, I said “Please God, help.” At that moment I woke up.