The man awoke and rolled over to see sunlight beginning to peek through the flat's tiny bedroom window. He rubbed his eyes vigorously.
"Nightmare?" She reached over and placed her hand on his chest.
"No. Actually, it was a nice dream."
She wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Mmm. Tell me more."
"Okay," he replied. "I’ll try. I dreamt the world was at peace, undivided by war or racial strife. And world governments cooperated in feeding the hungry and clothing the needy. Everyone was happy.”
"Well, of course silly! “
And, uh--there was no religion, too."
He was met with an uncomprehending stare.