Last night I dreamt that I failed god as the Messiah. I walked through a snowy forest in a bleak yet beatific vision of nature. I took a detour to my right and I found a small, secluded, open square of a field. In the middle of this outdoor room there was a gray rectangle - a kind of holy base for placing some now-absent obelisk of worship - and as I approached it I knew what needed to be done. I had to draw in the light film of snow that had accumulated on this base and through my artistic design I could potentially prove my worthiness to serve as the next embodiment of Christ, or god, or some other unfeasible spiritual power. I waved my arm dramatically and without physically touching the base I was able to brush away the snow - I believed that I would dazzle god with my superior creative power, yet as I drew my parrallel lines and geometric doodles, he didn't seem impressed. I noticed a monitor hanging in one corner and the snow began to fall harder. A blinking cursor served as god's mouthpiece, and it stood still and silent as I waited for approval. I added more and more to my design, and it snowed harder and harder obscuring my work. I looked back to the monitor and the cursor moved: "d'scnt'd". It was over; I had been discontinued. It was quite a disappointment considering I've wanted to be the savior since my mother first explained the concept to me when I was eight.
I wondered why god wouldn't have known before? Why a test? But they say he's got mysterious ways, so that works on the level of cop-out answer.
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