I was raised by two parents with wildly different faiths, and encouraged to believe whatever made sense to me. As a result, when I was very young, while intrigued by religion and regularly observant in my mother's religion (Reform Judaism), I didn't really have much faith. When asked about God, I would generally say 'I don't know'. However, when I was 6 or 7, I had a dream. In the dream I was in my house, walking around. I walked into the bathroom, pulled aside the curtain, and looked into the bathtub, where I saw something that made me absolutely certain of the existence of God. As soon as I turned away from the bathtub, I forgot what I had seen, but retained that certainty even after waking up, which stuck with me for many years. Later my constant questioning (as encouraged by both my parents) began to encroach on that faith, and today I would describe myself as a pantheist rather than a monotheist. However, some of the faith created by that dream still remains with me.