Nov 14, 2005 08:58
I stand before a life-sized cross. The artist is bragging about the wonderful job he did being so 'deep' in his symbology.
I look on the cross and see a Jesus figure on it; only the crown of thorns is nailed into his forehead and extends down over his face.
I think that he is the beast from revelations.
I throw the cross and the strange Jesus in to the water but people are already talking. It is not gone yet.
Ah yes, this dream. I must have been around 16 when I had this dream. I had just gotten overwhelmed with everything that was happening in my head, and turned to the faith of my Grandparents. I had thrown myself into reading and studying the bible. I had many questions, which were never really answered.
I am pretty sure this dream was telling me that the faith I followed was not the true Christianity. It was a false god put forth by those who have corrupted Jesus' original message.
Either way, I got over that phase of my life pretty quickly.
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