Last night I wasn’t feeling well. I drank half a cup of lemon ginger tea and fell fast asleep quickly. Sometime between the night and morning, I had a really strange but vivid dream.
Josh and I were making our way through a country field with our eyes fixed on the beautiful orange and pink sky in front of us. It appeared to be sunset and it was a gorgeous one. Other people were drawn to it too, and soon a little crowd formed around us as stopped and stared at the sky. Suddenly in the midst of the pink and orange cloud, stars began to twinkle. We collectively gasped in amazement at the magical beauty as we felt we were witnessing a phenomenon, but there was also very much eeriness to it.
Before our very eyes, the sky began to change rapidly. Royal blue and grey collided in and soon the bright sunset dissolved away, and a swirling night sky loomed over us. I remember feeling really nervous. I had a gut feeling that this weird sky meant something serious. And it turned out I was right. A figure that resembled a grim reaper type character lowered down from high in the sky toward the earth. In a shaky voice that contained both a sense of disbelief and knowing, Josh said, “Today is the day. This is the judgment day.” And I knew he was right without a doubt. As the strange figure descended onto the earth it was as if we and the crowd all understood this to be Satan and we turned around and started moving as fast as we in the other direction. I actually remember holding our hamster Sonnen in my hand as we hurried along the field, and she put her ears down and burrowed into my shoulder the way hamsters do when they’re nervous or upset.
Suddenly it was daytime and people collected in coffee shops and restaurants, but no one was eating or drinking. There was no more work or school. From a TV in the coffee shop we listened to a lady speak who looked ordinarily human but we knew she was a heavenly-being. Some kind of little cards were handed out to everyone by some unknown person. Time dragged on painfully. I remember Josh saying, “Wow, Harold Camping wasn’t too far off.” I thought that perhaps it was a dream. I pinched myself multiple times and stepped on my one foot with the other but nothing happened. It wasn’t a stretch for me to believe that perhaps this was really happening. I began to accept that it wasn’t a dream.
What stands out to me most about the dream besides the way the sky looked, was the awful sense of terror that I felt. Assurance of salvation or not, there was an awesome dread that filled my body and made me dizzy. There was no rejoicing; no celebrating or singing. No excitement and joy that Jesus would soon take us up to Heaven, but just a feeling of intense nervousness and dread.
I don’t remember what else happened but I woke up, and was relieved but also in disbelief that it really was just a dream.
Josh and I were making our way through a country field with our eyes fixed on the beautiful orange and pink sky in front of us. It appeared to be sunset and it was a gorgeous one. Other people were drawn to it too, and soon a little crowd formed around us as stopped and stared at the sky. Suddenly in the midst of the pink and orange cloud, stars began to twinkle. We collectively gasped in amazement at the magical beauty as we felt we were witnessing a phenomenon, but there was also very much eeriness to it.
Before our very eyes, the sky began to change rapidly. Royal blue and grey collided in and soon the bright sunset dissolved away, and a swirling night sky loomed over us. I remember feeling really nervous. I had a gut feeling that this weird sky meant something serious. And it turned out I was right. A figure that resembled a grim reaper type character lowered down from high in the sky toward the earth. In a shaky voice that contained both a sense of disbelief and knowing, Josh said, “Today is the day. This is the judgment day.” And I knew he was right without a doubt. As the strange figure descended onto the earth it was as if we and the crowd all understood this to be Satan and we turned around and started moving as fast as we in the other direction. I actually remember holding our hamster Sonnen in my hand as we hurried along the field, and she put her ears down and burrowed into my shoulder the way hamsters do when they’re nervous or upset.
Suddenly it was daytime and people collected in coffee shops and restaurants, but no one was eating or drinking. There was no more work or school. From a TV in the coffee shop we listened to a lady speak who looked ordinarily human but we knew she was a heavenly-being. Some kind of little cards were handed out to everyone by some unknown person. Time dragged on painfully. I remember Josh saying, “Wow, Harold Camping wasn’t too far off.” I thought that perhaps it was a dream. I pinched myself multiple times and stepped on my one foot with the other but nothing happened. It wasn’t a stretch for me to believe that perhaps this was really happening. I began to accept that it wasn’t a dream.
What stands out to me most about the dream besides the way the sky looked, was the awful sense of terror that I felt. Assurance of salvation or not, there was an awesome dread that filled my body and made me dizzy. There was no rejoicing; no celebrating or singing. No excitement and joy that Jesus would soon take us up to Heaven, but just a feeling of intense nervousness and dread.
I don’t remember what else happened but I woke up, and was relieved but also in disbelief that it really was just a dream.
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