I Dreamed a Dream...

First off please excuse the reference in the title. It made me laugh to myself like an idiot, so I couldn't resist. That being said let us get to the meat of this post.

In the name of research for this class I decided to imbibe a little last night (I am of legal age) because I've found that alcohol gives me some crazy dreams. And behold last night Morpheus came down to my bedside and fashioned me a dream worth telling

(Actual Visual Approximation of the Event)

Now I will admit that I cannot recall the majority of what happened in the beginning of the dream, I remember a vague sense of wandering and searching. The bulk of what I do remember occured near the end of the dream, and upon waking I hurried to my computer lest I forget to tell my tale.
Towards the end of the dream I find myself in an attic, that looks a lot like my grandparent's basement, but is an attic nonetheless. I began searching through the piles of boxes and discarded items full of dust and debris, when I turn a corner and there infront of me is the embodiment of all that is evil...a cardboard cutout of Darth Vader. As soon as I saw it the whole room began to darken, as if he was sucking all the light from the world. This act froze me in place and sent an eerie chill to the very depths of my soul. Vader slowly began taking on life, no longer a mere cardboard cutout, but a full fledged sith lord weilding a lightsaber. He didn't try to tempt me to join the darkside, but he began pulling in all the the light, everylight everywhere, even the light inside me. It was at this point I cried for help, I sent my will forth and begged for mercy for all that was inside me was terror and pain. Then as if answering my cry, God decended into the attic and stood by my side. He was just a large ball of light, the brightest light I have ever seen, yet still i was able to look at him, this had me thinking oh a ball of light from the heavens this has to be God.The feeling in the dream was one of total calm, his presence was like a balm for my terror and it filled me with unimaginable joy. That was of course the moment he restored my light and told me it was time to kick Darth Vader's ass. So we stood toghether and began drawing upon our light and hurling it at the void that was Vader, and we overwhelmed him and his darkness, to the point that he became a mere cardboard cutout once again, and all the world was safe. God flew away or blinked out, not sure which, and I was left alone in an attic with Darth Vader and a sense of peace.
The end