I had a very strange dream the other night.

To the best of my recollection, in my dream there were a few people I know. Sean and Dan mainly. We were playing cornhole at some non-memorable plot of grass. The strange part was who my partner was. My partner was dressed in all black, with a large scythe… yes it was the Grim Reaper. Needless to say I was not happy about being partners with this… thing… but nonetheless, I talked to him.

Apparently I was going to die.

I started to get a little upset over this fact and kept trying ask him when I was going to die. Finally I decided on my own that he was talking about the car ride home, but when I brought this up, he said no, not the car ride home, but when I was asleep tonight. A part of me was glad it was going to happen while I was asleep.

The cornhole game ended and we were walking away. This is when I found out when he took his hood off that it wasn’t the Grim Reaper, but it was God. I don’t know if you have ever thought about God having a color of skin, but God in my dream was black. As we walked away, the first thing I asked God was what to do about homeless people. He responded with something about it being such a strange situation… but more than that I do not remember.

That is all, later!