Dreams are supposedly an interpretation of our current stresses,... right?
Thus, when I wake up from being "saved" from death, by none other than the invisible presence of Jesus Christ, I should just shake it off as, --"you really drank too much Riesling lat night hon, hon."
But I didn't. Well, I did. But who in their right mind DREAMS of JESUS?
Me, apparently.
Now this is beyond wild.
A car I am somehow "driving" but not in control of begins to fall off of a major highway. In my seconds of peril, I am smiling not concerned, and look out the window, as if angels are carrying me, and recite some mantra that I can not remember verbatim, but is the equivalent of
"Praise be to Jesus, I believe. I will be saved."
--Now, I was raised Catholic....So the mind I'm sure reached back for that one....BUT C'MON!
JESUS! Jesus the Man, Jesus? Are you kidding me.
Well, in the dream --like some car racing game -where if you totally wreck or fly off the highway, you're transported back to where you were right before the wreck.... this is what occurs.
"Praise be to Jesus, I believe. I will be saved."
I haven't gone to a service in (HAHA) God knows how long? but maybe just maybe I should start?
I don't EVEN drive!!!! I'm long ago gave up the Catholic Church. I have often considered my copy of the Tao of Pooh my soul source to religion. But there it is....dreaming of the Man. They say God works in mysterious ways....I think so does excessive drinking. Nonetheless, Jesus.
My epiphany: it's like having a superstar shake your hand.