I had an interesting dream last night. I can't stop thinking about it, so I decided to write it out.

Part 1: I was going to/at my grandma's funeral...but it was like the second or third one we had had for her for some reason. Anyway, afterwards, I was walking through this reception area and some teenagers were watching The Passion on a television. One was knelt down and just praying instead of watching, which I found interesting. I stood there and watched for a minute for some reason...and then left.

Part 2. I'm in a group with my family and some other people. We're in a hotel, and I'm jumping from room to room trying to get ready for the day/pack up my stuff/etc. My mom was a central figure here...

Part 3. I'm in this barricade/house place and there's some kind of war/ruckus outside. It's me and a few other people my age and then some kids and we're seemingly hiding out. Then, a guy brings in Jesus....basically we're in the middle of The Passion movie only with a few twists. He had somehow gotten Jesus' body off of the cross because other people were trying to take him to destroy his body or something. I'm not really sure what all was going on. So the guy took Jesus to a central room in the building and I had to keep watch while the guy washed his wounds. There was this weird reporter girl who was trying to get in, but I wouldn't let her. I had to like hit her with this weird instrument/stick thing. I barely hit her, but for some reason it really hurt, and I was able to keep her out. Then, I looked back, and Jesus was alive. The two were still hiding out while the people around the building slowly backed down because they thought we might not be in there.

Part 3. continued... So, finally, things quiet down a bit and we gather in a main hall. Jesus was in there and I was so in awe. I was very calmly excited and I was incredibly drawn to him. So I walked up to him even though he was in the middle of talking to some people and I said, "It's nice to see you." I've said that a lot but for some reason I knew that he would know how I meant it. I knew as I was saying it that sure, I haven't lived so much like it would be good to see him, but I knew that he didn't see me that way. At that point in my life, I hadn't heard anything about the "Gospel" of course...we were in the middle of it. So I didn't see him like I'd picute it based on my experiences in "real" life...but I experienced it as if I imagine the disciples did. We all talked a little bit about the next steps of the plan...whatever that was....and then he grabbed a guitar and asked us if we wanted to sing a little bit. I thought..."holy smokes...Jesus is asking if we want to sing with him?????" So we started worshipping and I was looking around. I was almost surprised by the people who were there...it wasn't the adults that I see as walking closely with God...it was kids--people my age and on down to maybe 7 or 8ish. It was so cool.

That was good to type it out so I could think about it. I just love good dreams!