Is it sinful to say I'm jesus?

Let me give you a little background, I was born into a Catholic family, I'm an atheist. (Just to get this out of the way, agnostics are stupid. They really need to think about it, if they just give up and be a dumb-ass, and say 'I don't know' they really need to shut the fuck up. I was an agnostic for about two hours, but if you become an agnostic for longer than that you're stupid.)Also it was snowing. I got about two days off work because of the snow. Fuck yeah! so what better way to celebrate than with some soda. (I don't drink alcohol. I always told my self that alcohol is fucking stupid. Alcohol and meth are the two drugs I would never do. Not that they're in any way, shape, or form similar I just hate them both.) It was two in the morning, I was stoned as fuck and wearing barely anything, I went in to the snowy weather. I went over to my car then decided it wouldn't really be a good idea to drive in my condition so I decided to walk.
While walking, the snow was just making the funniest noises, like a big crunch, hehehe, and I walked with my feet always in the the snow and slushy water, just getting just soaked. When I finally reached the dollar general I was coming down, and a little depressed for no reason, I just wanted to get in and out of that fucking store. I walked in, (And in Texas you think that it's just a stereotype that everyone there is just a bunch of fucking cowboys. You're smart if you think that, but once you're there you realize that it is actually true.) I do look kind of young and while looking for the soda (Dr.Pepper, the best fucking soda in the world.) A cowboy was watching me like I was going to steal something. I really wasn't in the mood to really say anything so I went by minding my own business. There wasn't those real cool 24-packs (I fucking love those things.), but instead they had those 6-packs, like the kind beer comes in. I grabbed four of them, and didn't even drop them, until one of the bastards saw where this was going and decided to jump away. I put them on the isle thing and got another six pack, this batch was either sleeping or suicidal. I looked at the cashier lady who was missing two chips of her two front teeth; they were the exact same shape of a triangle. I couldn't stop staring at them, she bagged them for me and I walked out of that store.
Thank god! I fucking hate going in there. It's so trashy, and- I guess I just wasn't made for going outside; I hate people. I was just fucking hating myself even more, so I tried some music to cheer myself up. I put on my my MP 3 player and started listening to the "Singing in the rain" sound track, I just skipped through the songs and got straight to Gene Kelley's awesomeness, and listened to "Singing in the rain" Just really wasn't feeling it. I was freezing cold, I swear to fucking god I could feel hypothermia settling in. I walked on the sidewalk now, not being able to see since my glasses were all fogged up. Then a car sprayed cold, icy, slushy, snow all over me. This time I could swear I was going to die. I was so cold I wasn't even cold really; just really numb. Then finally I reached my house. A sudden burst of dopamine was rushed to my brain, I knew what that meant.
I busted through the door scared to death, took off all my clothes and jumped into the shower. Cold water. I thought I was just going to die there, then the hot water started to settle in. Normally I would love to feel this, but this felt fucking awful. Imagine if hot fire ants (And by hot fire ants I mean the fire ants were on fire.) puked out there hot venom in a jar, and then needles were dipped into the venom. Those needles came out of the shower nozzle, fucking awful. After about an hour I felt nice and warm.
I told my grandmother this story, and of course she didn't believe me. I told her that I was Jesus Christ and she got really pissed off. Really pissed off! Safe to say I won't be able to go back there anymore. So that left me to ask the people I trust most; complete strangers. So tell me, is it sinful to say I'm Jesus?

Dreams don't mean shit!

I'm sick and tired of people saying that their dreams mean something will happen, or that it symbolizes something that has happened in the past. It's fucking bullshit! Just to prove it I thought I would type in the dream I had just the other night. Tell me what this means you fuckers.
I was in my parents' house, and I was a kid again. We were all eating dinner when a crazy man in a black ski-mask busted through the door. Next thing I knew I was tied down to a chair. Actually all of us were strapped to a chair. I didn't even remember him trying to tie us down we were just there. He then pulled out his gun, and pointed it at me. He looked at me like I knew what he meant, but I showed no fear. He pulled off his ski-mask, and wouldn't you know it, it was Gary Busey ready to blow my brains out. He said, "Shave your legs! Now!" then I realized that he didn't sound like Gary Busey at all, for some reason he sounded like Jim Carrey. I was thinking on why this Gary Busey/Jim Carry man wanted me to shave my legs, and how I was supposed to since I was tied down. I looked around, and I wasn't tied down anymore. Then I looked at my legs, which were very hairy, and Gary Carrey handed me this bottle that he said was shaving cream, but reading the bottle and putting it on my hairy legs I realized that it was Mountain dew cologne. Gary Carrey then handed me a razor, and I awkwardly shaved my legs. Then my legs jumped out of their sockets, only they weren't legs, they were bears. I couldn't run, because my legs turned into fucking bears! Looking around I realized that I was in purgatory. I then woke up.
So tell me you dream people, what the fuck does that dream I had mean!? Nothing it's just abstract craziness my brain produces while I'm asleep. My brain doesn't see into the future, and my brain doesn't use symbolization to recall a past memory, it just shows the memory itself in plain view. That's why I believe that dreams don't mean shit.