I was looking at a packet I got back from my humanities class. There was an orange paper that I glimpsed at and almost put aside until I saw my name on it and realized it was the teacher assistant's comments on the last essay I turned it, all typed out. I must have read it, or something, but then I put it aside anyway and looked at this other worksheet. In the middle there it said "Me" in a circle, and out from it branched five other circles. The circle on the left said "God", and two circles on top had the names of two categories of life. The two circles on the bottom were blank, and in them I was supposed to write something something like the number of interactions of God that I encountered that day.
I was in my room at home. My desk was in front of the window and my bed was in the on the southwest corner by the window but up against the other wall. I was lying on my bed at night, and the streetlight from outside was the only light. The presence of God or some spirit was in the air...in an eerie way. I knew that this would be horribly rude to God but I took a long, cylindrically-shaped pillow and stabbed the ceiling with it, trying to provoke some type of sign from above. Perhaps something I could fill out on the blank humanities worksheet, but this was insignificant. I knew that nothing would happen no matter how much I antagonized God with my pillow, but it still felt very strange and I felt like I was in danger. There was some other twist to the dream that I can't remember, but it only made me feel more vulnerable to God's hand. Suddenly, the lights outside became much brighter and whiter. I looked out my window, and a high school basketball team was playing right outside across the street in Mimi's front yard. Since my bed was high up, all one them had to do was turn around and I'd be seen in my underwear. So I jumped off my bed. This was surely God's response.
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