God was not pleased with me at all.I think it was God, I couldn’t really see him at all but I knew what he was talking about. He was showing me pictures of things, pictures I wasn’t proud of myself. I couldn’t really justify for what was being shown to me other than…pleasure. I had an overwhelming sense of guilt. I couldn’t lie, this man knows me, he also can read my mind. I tried to look away from the disappointed fogged face that crept into my mind.
“Ok, ok God, I’ll try not to masturbate so much…and look at porn. *Sigh* ”
Then I woke up.
(I kid you not I had a dream God got mad at me for masturbating. Good morning!)