Hazy Moments  

As the light enters my dry eyes i find myself slouched on a large table within a large room, rubbing my eyes the room begins to focus itself to reveal a large library filled with large books of all different varieties. Pondering where the hell am i, casting my squity eyes over and rubbing them once more there was a shelf that appear "tainted' as i stumbled over, i saw wat my eyes refused to beleive, once again rubbing my eyes to confirm,  i was gripped with fear, as the shelf was covered in blood. Wanting to run, my curiosity urged me to follow the trail of blood stained books, until i reached the end where there was a man with his heart ripped out of his chest, on the corner of my eyes i saw more blood and i continued over trembling and worried about whats around the next corner, however i was faced with the same cruesome sight, this time i noticed he was holding a bloodied blue object and attached was a small handle. Not knowing what to do or where i was i continued walking desperately searching for a way out however nothing but dead bodies all with the same fate and all holding the same tool. Soon enough i saw a man that was still alive i ran to him screaming "help wat do i do" he proceeded to tell me calm down and all this is all part of 'gods' plan. Dumb founded i stared blankly at him and began shaking in fear. He then handed me the same blue tool that the others met their doom with and emphasized it was part of 'gods' plan.  Upon taking the tool the man continued, this device is simple place on yur chest and rip as hard as you can, the grip on the pad will be enough to take out yur heart thus "showing your love for 'god'' i then began to feel the blood drain from my face and i struggled to remain coherent. Staggering over to a corner i pondered weather or not to proceed.  A inner voice kept saying Do it you know you love God, soo do it, jus place it over your chest and pull, while another voice said No, your going to hurt yourself and destroy your life. I kept trembling not knowing what to do, as i started to pray beleiving that i would get a confirmation from God to wat i was required to do, but nothing.. no word not answer but jus the eery silence. After a few moments of pondering i decided to do it, grabbing the tool i proceeded to lift it up and draw it closer to my chest thinking i love God and if this he wat is required then so be it. As quickly as that thought came another thought was brought to me attention and i retracted the deadly device. The realization that Jesus has done the unthinkable on the cross already, and that i know there is nothing i can do to make God love me more or less., hurting myself isn't going to make a difference so why do it.  I refused to beleive what the man said and refused to do the unthinkable, as i know God loves me for me. Upon realising this the man suddently disappeared and the eery, gloomy room i was in began to irradiate a bright light to which i awoken to find me safe in my own bed and the time was 8am.