In the dream I was on my bed and this dark cloud came towar- me. I had encountered this thing before. It would try to choke me until I said the name "Jesus." So I moved away from it and started moving toward the dresser with the mirror. I saw my fuzzy shape in the dark as I gazed into the mirror but I also saw these eyes of fire. They seemed like my own, but then they moved to the left in the mirror. Then I lifted my hands and moved back slowly. When I looked to my side on my right was a boom box on the floor. One of the tapes in it had the lucifer in gothic letters. Behind me a truck crashed through the window/wall but it could only go so far because of what was behind me. In the truck were 3 guys (they were three neighbor boys who would always walk behind me on the way to the school bus and kick this can at me but it never hit me but came close).
Next thing I knew I was steering this 3-tiered cart with white cups - like soup bowl cups. I was wiping the inside of a cup dry with a towel when a beady eyed guy came up to me and asked "Did you drink from this cup?" I wasn't sure if I had, but I thought maybe I did and so I said "Yes." Then Mr. Beady tipped his neck and said "I'll cover for you."
A group of people came in. They approached Mr. Beady and asked him "Did you drink from this cup?" I could tell that Mr. Beady was going to give in and point to me and so I said "I drank from that cup." Just than Beady's head turned into a snakes that twisted its' neck and hissed and flickered his tongue at me.
Then the group brought me into a courtroom. I sat down at the witness stand. All they did was make fun of me. It was ridiculous. I was so angry. Then I noticed there was a guy sitting to the right of me but I wouldn't look at him. Then for some reason the group started making fun of him. I couldn't believe how stupid it all was. Now they were shifting the blame on some innocent bystander. But I waited for the guy on my right to put the blame back on me. So I waited and waited way past the point that anybody who ever cared for me would sit there. It was then that I began to notice the mood of the guy to my right. He had this peace in him. He wasn't frazzled or angry. His peace was unreal considering any circumstance.
Two phrases came to my mind "Why would take my trial for me?" and "He doesn't have a care in the world." They reminded me of church songs.
Then the crowd began to sarcastically sing "Happy Birthday to you." to me. I didn't even make sense. Then I began to understand who was sitting on my right. But somehow my seat began to shift to the right of him. I was just about too look Him in the eyes when I fell down and down and landed in my bed and bounced up.
I knew who it was and I knew what he did. I had met Jesus for real. And though it didn't all make sense to me because I was not a bible reader (so much for being God's biggest fan) I decided I wasn't going to kill myself...I went back to work. Went back to art school. Eventually found a group to study the Bible with. Eventually got baptized. Eventually got more dreams...
1 Peter 1:7
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