Thread: Another Dream (where I see Jesus)

Wow...stunning dream lucid or not. A touch more profound than what I've been lucid dreaming about of late (mostly violence but alternating with romance too)

pretty cool, its nice to read somwthing like this

just dont go all cult leader on us and start thinking you are getting holy revelations and that jesus is trying to tell you that he wants to beam you up to the mothership or something like that

I've had one "Jesus dream". It has stuck with me for more than 20 years now, as vivid as ever. When I had it, I was pretty convinced it wasn't a dream... as time has gone on, that perception has changed. It is no less profound to me now, even with that recognition.

I was in a massive sea of people. All I could see, standing on my toes and looking in all directions, were heads of people going one way or another, to the right or left. As I looked across all these uncounted faces, a pair of eyes locked with mine. I immediately knew it was Jesus, and I felt a momentary flushing of pride that He was looking right at me - that I was the only one there He was looking at. I was one in millions!

As quickly as that happened, I felt an admonishment; there was nothing whatsoever unique about ME. The reality was that there was only One there who would see me or look at me, and that was Him. HE was the One among all of humanity.

That was it.

I once dremt about Jesus Christ being Crucified and I fell at his feet to be forgiven.

I wish my Jesus dream was as profound... I had a Jesus dream a few years ago when I attened Sherwood High School. In the dream, I walked in through the front door of my high school, when I noticed that Jesus was following me. The thing was, He had his hair in an afro, and he was wearing samurai-style sandals. I saw Jesus stop some asian student, and bless him as the Pope would, except the asian kid had a seizure. I sped up to avoid contact with Christ. So I went into the library before class, (as was my daily routine) and met up with my agnostic best friend. I leaned in and told her that I thought Jesus was following me. She looked at me as if I was crazy (I know that look well) but then I pointed Jesus out to her, and she quickly looked away. Anyway, Jesus followed me to all of my classes, and sat behind me. In the hallways between class, he would take time to bless other students, who would also have seizures. Before lunch, a team of paramedics were following Jesus around. I suppose that's what made him late to every class... During lunch, I sat in the hall with my BFF Carrie, and Jesus passed by. I looked up at him, silently pleading him to engage me in conversation. He looked at me and smiled, then turned to Carrie, and said "Hi" Carrie pretended not to hear him. So Jesus went about his buisness, blessing students and being late to class. At the end of the day, I boarded my bus, and looked out the window, waiting for Jesus, I had a seat saved for him. I woke up before he showed up, though...

What do you make of that?