|A cartoon I did of the dream|
I had an odd dream:
I am in a beat up blue Ford Anglia, driving around, looking for the way home. In the backseat are God, The Devil and a Rastafarian Shapeshifter. I find myself driving from daylight into a dark forest, where it's night. I have no idea where I am. There is an old sign, but the letters have worn down to illegible. So I look up into the rearview mirror and I ask God: "Where are we?"
God replies: "I don't know."
Me: "Then you can't be God. If you were, you would know where we are."