So a friend had a dream
And it made me think about a dream I had years ago. I mean I was 18!
I don't remember all the details such as how it started, but I probably remember too much of it. I was Jesus reincarnated in the 20th century, but not in a "the second coming of Christ" way. I was younger than 3o, which is historically when the experts think he started his ministry. I was female and didn't always know I was "Him." I think the point was "would Jesus do things the same way in the 20th century if he was a woman?" But since I didn't grow up knowing all that he knew, it was a moot point. Then I realized I needed to take a journey and I left home. I was walking around the country and kept "picking up" people when I realized I was looking for the 12. For some reason that shocked me and I went into hiding with the people (men and women) I had "chosen." But within a couple days, the story of my "appearance" and picking disciples had made the news and we were being tracked so we headed out. I remember we were in the mountains when a plane crashed and so many people died. I was walking beside a stream, thinking about those poor souls when I looked into the water and could see their faces. I started crying and reaching out to them, but someone stopped me, telling me it was their time to die. But I argued that I could bring them back and I really wanted to, but they kept stopping me until I woke up.
I was freaked out for days, weeks really, to think that I had dared dream of myself as Jesus. Actually, it took me a long time to get to the place where I wasn't freaked.
I don't remember all the details such as how it started, but I probably remember too much of it. I was Jesus reincarnated in the 20th century, but not in a "the second coming of Christ" way. I was younger than 3o, which is historically when the experts think he started his ministry. I was female and didn't always know I was "Him." I think the point was "would Jesus do things the same way in the 20th century if he was a woman?" But since I didn't grow up knowing all that he knew, it was a moot point. Then I realized I needed to take a journey and I left home. I was walking around the country and kept "picking up" people when I realized I was looking for the 12. For some reason that shocked me and I went into hiding with the people (men and women) I had "chosen." But within a couple days, the story of my "appearance" and picking disciples had made the news and we were being tracked so we headed out. I remember we were in the mountains when a plane crashed and so many people died. I was walking beside a stream, thinking about those poor souls when I looked into the water and could see their faces. I started crying and reaching out to them, but someone stopped me, telling me it was their time to die. But I argued that I could bring them back and I really wanted to, but they kept stopping me until I woke up.
I was freaked out for days, weeks really, to think that I had dared dream of myself as Jesus. Actually, it took me a long time to get to the place where I wasn't freaked.