The dream started with me running through a very long hallway from which I could not see the end but I could easily recognize it as I had seen it before. It was the hallway from the apartment where I used to live in Barcelona with my parents. But, instead of being just a couple of meters long, this one was infinite.

I kept running despite the fact I didn't know where I was running to or from. I ran and ran for what it felt as eternity.

All of a sudden I stopped abruptly in-front of a large figure. A male figure. Or was it female? I honestly couldn't tell but he was beautiful, with kind eyes and a smile, a very nice and soft smile.

He started moving his right arm, slowly, very slowly and placed his hand over my left shoulder, softly touching part of my neck.
I felt small, infinitely small but protected, loved, cared and, for some reason, euphorically happy.

We stared at each-other for what it felt a very long time. The feelings I felt I don't know how to put into words but I assure you I could have stood there for the rest of my life.

But just when I was about to open my mouth and (perhaps) ask the obvious, he interrupted me:

- My son. My beloved son. I have been waiting for you.

Gathering all the strength I could find at the moment I asked:

- Uh... sorry but, are you...?

- Well, I have many names but yes, I am god. I am your true and only father. And there's something you need to know.
Many things will change soon and I'm afraid that most of your brothers are completely lost. My message, my true message has been lost in the eons and infected by personal believes and agendas that differ from my original intentions and desires.
The message was always meant to be very simple but it has been polluted. My message, my true message means salvation, means hope, means love, means forgiveness, means respect, means tolerance, means...

This time I interrupted him:

- Then why in earth are you talking to me on my sleep? I hope you are not going to ask me to tell this story to the world, are you?
You are god... all-mighty, all-powerful, all-knowing. You can do anything and everything you want. If you want your message to be correctly understood and heard by everyone then why don't you reveal yourself (not in dreams) but in all news channels on the earth at once and promote your message yourself?
Come down, come down to our level and speak with us with your voice through your mouth and in a language that we can all grasp.
Don't be so fucki...

- But son... I cannot do that, remember I have a plan and I work in misterio....

- Fuck you asshole!
People need to know, for sure, that you exist. And when I say for sure I mean they need to see you, touch you, experience you as we experience reality, not through some crappy burning bush or through people that speak in tongues or through a motherfucking pope!
Don't appear as an incarnation, impregnating a woman who will then be called virgin and don't limit yourself to twelve idiots. Shit man! You... are... god!
Believe me, I get your point, the problem I think is that you don't get ours, so for once in your existence, get that lame ass of yours off your throne and do some real work.
It is simple: come to earth, reveal yourself, do as many miracles as possible so that everyone believes its you: end hunger, diseases, cure the crippled, etc... and then speak your mind in a voice and language that every one can fucking understand.

...and then I woke up...

It's been 3 hours since I woke up and I'm still waiting for he to appear on TVE or CNN or Univision or Al-Jazeera or BBC or.... wait, what the fuck am I talking about!?

It was a dream.

For some reason, as soon as I woke up today I had the urge to write this.
I hope you enjoyed it regardless of my poor English and writing abilities.

From my personal blog: http://whenimbored.xfx.net/2011/05/today-i-had-one-of-the-most-luci...