girl: Where am I?
God: You're dreaming.
girl: Who are you?
God: I'm God.
girl: Then I MUST be dreaming, because I don't believe in You.
God: You believed in me last week.
girl: I changed my mind.
girl: If you're God, then you shouldn't have to ask me that question.
God: True. Maybe I just wanted you to think about the answer.
girl: Oh, I've thought about it.
girl: I'm on the fence.
God: The jury is still out?
girl: Yes, and may not come back.
God: What can I do to convince you? I answered a few of your requests lately.
girl: Those could easily have been coincidence. It would be nice if you would give the world a sign.
God: I give signs every day.
girl: Not subtle signs that could be questioned, I mean international news-making signs.
God: That's not my style.
girl: So your style is showing up in my dream, looking like George Clooney?
God: Morgan Freeman had already been done.
girl: I do like George.
God: I know.