Last night I was sitting around a table with Jesus, we both had plates in front of us, and people kept coming up to him and asking for him to bless them. Weird thing is, he didn't have any arms, so he couldn't raise his hands over their heads. The people were coming in waves. Unceasingly. He would nod his head in their direction and speak some words, but the people didn't seem satisfied. There faces changed into snarls, their mouths twisting and contorting as they floated away, turning into shadows then disappearing completely. I sat there watching the whole time. All I had on my plate was a large steamed broccoli.
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