a dream i had in 2001 or 02

Almost at once, I knew it.
Christ was dead.
Children assembled in the fields to sing hymns,
the kind they sing in Sunday schools all over the west.

The children dressed in white.
No one said Jesus was dead,
but I could sense it in the air.
The children in white drew in others.

Garishly dressed Americans sought the field,
to show solidarity for the death of their excuse.
I, for some reason,
was less concerned with the loss of their messiah,
and more concerned with getting some sleep.

After a while,
the children’s songs grew more sinister,
as they prevented my rest.
As selfish as it seemed at the time.

I drew back my curtains,
to find the field had overflowed,
and the crowd as now consuming my back garden.
I asked in hushed tones,
as to display my sensitivity and remorse at the loss of their idol,
for them to be quiet.

I was ignored.
Such defiance from the trespassers enraged me.
I screamed for them to shut up.

The crowds despondency turned,
in an instant,
to indignation.
The garishly dressed American preacher,
who was currently holidaying in the proximity of the field,
called for my silence and respect.

I offered up the only respect that such an insult would warrant.
This enraged him,
and his remorseful eyes filled with tears.

It was at this point I realized that I was the antichrist.
The crowd turned upon me,
but I feigned sleep once more.

A letter soon arrived for my parents,
telling them,
that the church was suing me two million dollars for loss of earnings,
I wondered where I would find such a sum.