1. Reality

            He lays there in silence inside the typically imagined white room with never ending space, eyes shut but his lids keep flinching like he is in the middle of a bad dream. Except, everything that he is dreaming is his world reality. He sees flashes of time, the first was of police brutality. One of them was a man in uniform with a badge with his gun drawn walking up to a women car, she appears to be doing no harm to the Caucasian man, in the uniform with his gun drawn pointed at her. The officer directed her to lay on the ground which she proceeded to do with no hesitation and then shot the African American women dead.

            The second vision was of retaliation, billions of flashes of the African American community and Caucasian American community seeing to kill one another, burning down cities and causing harm to those who had nothing to do with this foolishness. The hate of other countries toward one another sending each other military to tear each others countries up

            The finial vision was the bird eyes view of millions of bodies cold on the street and in their homes, businesses burned to the ground. Posters Of people searching for their loves one gone missing.   

           In his sleep he shook with anger and suddenly the word "Father" woke him. He opened his eyes and by his bed side was his son Jesus. "My son" he whispered gently. Jesus pressed his hand against his fathers face and says "My god you have been sleep a along time". He sit's up and say "I've used a lot of energy son, rest is the only way to keep up, how long ?' God asked. "I'm afraid to tell you 3 month father" Jesus responds.

           The wrinkle in his forehead become visible with his middle-raised eyebrows as his lips part he breaths slowly seemingly to calm himself down. he then specks with a slight stutter, "So...so...so you are telling me all this sinfulness can happen in a three months". He pauses and sits and then stands again you can see his chest rise and lower again as he breaths deeper and more heavy and he continues "That is not expectable!" His voice raises to it's maximum and he presses his lips together and storms off. "Father where are you going?" Jesus yells to god. "I'm Going to see my son."