I had a dream the other morning, the kind of dream you wake up from and want to return to immediately because I was having so much fun. In my dream I was seeking shelter from heavy rain, and ended up in a shed (the location details are not all that important). In the shed were some other people seeking shelter from the storm, one of whom said upon spying me, “Ah, God has brought you to us”. I then argued with the [made up in my head Christian] people about how they could not a) prove that god existed, b) prove that the rain I was escaping was an Act of God, and c) that all of this coincidence was just that, and even if they believed that it was divine intervention, they could not convince me in any way. My alarm went off and then I was annoyed that I was being woken up from my fun.
All of this stems from one of my greatest issues with some religious believers, that a deity/deities have a plan for each and every one of us, and we all walk along a planned path with no individual control over what happens in our lives (because that is the logical follow-through of “it was meant to be”).