9-20-05 Judgement Day

I had a dream that people had were waiting in line in their cars and trucks and vans in the rain in some rural suburbian area and the lines they were waiting in were backed up for miles. No one seemed to care as people just got out of their vehicles and talked to eachother and the drivers yelled to eachother as well. 

Everyone had to take a DVD into this building that looked like the Robbinsdale Social Security office and get it inspected, and based on the DVD itself, how new it was, if it was a copy, they were rated on what type of person they were. There were cops pulling people over outside, and they searched everyone with these surveys with a whole bunch of drugs on checklists, and they were asking people what they chose to do on their spare time. If they said that they did drugs and checked off which ones on the sheet, the cops didn't bust them, they just wanted to know. If someone lied,however, they would be judged for it in the end, but still let go. I remember laughing out loud and thanking God for letting me have this dream when I was standing beside the road and a cop asked this old ghetto black man a double-sided question, "Which do you prefer in a DVD [life]- Features, Stories, or Special Effects [drugs being the "special effect"]? The look on the man's face when he knew he wanted to say Special Effects but hesitated in a funny way like he was going to say something smart ass in a friendly way made me laugh in my sleep. He knew he wasn't in trouble; he was dealing with God! So he knew that all he would have to do is tell the truth and he would be right. I thought to myself at that time, if monkeys could get fucked up on something, it would probably ruin their lives and ability to do things as well. MONKEYS PROBABLY DO HAVE WAYS OF GETTING FUCKED UP!!!!!

The next test was that everyone in the U.S. had to find their way through a very large and uneven grounded park. I was observing from up above as there was 3 ways to take: a long blacktop path from the top of the mountain to the left that wrapped around the mountain's backside, levelly, and met at the destination to the right, or there was a steep blacktop path as wide as a road that would be the quick route but very scary and dangerous, then in between there was a series of thin paths that probably looked confusing from the top of the mountain but I could see that they were the best way to go as htey were all connected with no dead ends. I watched some ghetto people try walking down the steep path in dress clothes (that is what they were wearing when taken to the test, I guess) and they had to sit down and slowly crawl like a crab to get down but then they started sliding and this scared them so they screamed. One woman's heels broke off her high heeled shoes due to the sliding. There was a flat pause in between paths after the first drop and they all decided that they were going to take the trails for the next part instead of the second steep part. They looked like monkeys in a way, trying to figure out their way through the test park. Maybe it was because i was looking down on them as a higher power and I just saw them as lesser beings, like we look at monkeys. They didn't look totally human, but there are people that remind me of monkeys anyway on this earth with how they act, and God has to judge everyone, and those "monkey-people" had just proved a lot to Him about themselves by attempting to take the steep path, whether it was good or bad.

I was then down among the people in the woods trails, just trying to keep track of my friends. Some people were complaining of the light rain and how long it took to walk due to them being out of shape but others were like "THis isn't so bad." A girl that looked like a soccer player came up to me and Mike Gervais and told us that some people found a way to go down the mountain up in the trees, a series of nets and ropes that her and her friends were partying on in secret from the rest of the people on the ground. I knew then that we had to be friends with the coolest young people to be informed on the fun secret way to go through God's long ass test.

When I got to the bottom there were a ton of people around this little bathroom building in the park and up another smaller mountain in another direction was a humungous pink barbie castle, literally covering a square mile, and there were people waiting in line to go up to it all the way down the mountain. I was telling this girl that we had to go there but she didn't want to wait in the line but we did and got there really fast, and it looked like an old elementary school or old hospital on the inside, really dark. I remember walking around in it just saying, "this is a test... this is only a test..." and then i'd look down a short hallway into some offices or a room or something and expect it to change like it was an illusion...