"Belief or Lack Thereof" A Short Story.

 3 A.M. and I am still as tired as I ever was. I watch drops of rain fall out my window, illuminated by a porch light, outside my single wide trailer. I can't help but think that this lifestyle I have become accustomed to is no longer fun and is now very silly. I can go on a rant about how capitalism is wrong and we need to be our own masters, but that doesn't change the fact that the food I need to live still has to be bought at stores. The power I use to live is generated by people with the sole purpose of generating profit. I am trapped, Beneath the rubble of forced hypocrisy! I can't survive independent.
 This is the moment where I shockingly think they might have won. I can't believe it, but everything is telling me they have. I have thought for the last 3 years that at the best we have 6 or 7 months left until the collapse of civilization and my judgement has failed me. I guess it's time to admit it to myself, it's over. This one versus 7 billion war I am running against the world has crashed in on itself.
 Just as the moment of doubt surrounds me I hear a crash at the door.  I look over and I see a ram that has broken into my house. It starts rubbing it's feet against the ground looking straight at me. Knowing I only have moments before it eponymously completes the task of ramming me, I jump on my kitchen counter. My heart races as the beast's head hits the side knocking my coffee pot off.
 I look down hearing it grunt for my life. I look back for an exit, but I know if I got off the counter it would attack me. I look up and I think to myself "I know I stopped even consider praying to you sometime ago, but for Christ's sake God, you have to save me now".
 Just as I finish this thought my counter starts to creak and it collapses in on itself. I don't just fall through to the cabinets below...I keep falling, further, and further more, until I land on to the hardest most jolting surface ever. I am sitting, heart beating fast as I look around. I am back at my computer where I was minutes before contemplating my beliefs. I check my door it's normal, I check my coffee pot it's still in place, my counter is fine as well, no endless hole. I guess it's a dream, probably doesn't mean anything.