I had a really weird dream last night. I dreamt that I was Jesus. Yes, Jesus.
I was in some kind of house-- it could have been in Afghanistan or Iraq, you know, just your ordinary small home with light blue-green walls and carpeting. There was fighting room to room. The Romans, of course. They had come to arrest me. They had cornered me in a room, some five or six of them, and they stabbed at me with their spears. A spear pierced my side. They had hammered nails through my hands and feet and I was bleeding from these wounds as well.

The pain was intense, but somehow overprinted with an intense dizziness from the loss of blood.

One of my friends-- a disciple-- came into the room after the Romans had just left. You would know the type: the athletic, solid, frat-boy build. Wears dress shirts that roll to the elbow and flip-flops. Today he was dressed more for battle. He took me up from where I lay on the ground into his arms. He cried out to the other people in our party, telling them to go after the Romans, telling them to get some help. He was starting to panic, I could tell.
There was something I was supposed to say, I remembered, through my hazy vision and the pain in my side. There were a lot of things that I was supposed to have said... we hadn't had time for the Last Supper, the Romans had taken us by surprise.

I told him not to go after the Romans, but my voice came out as a ragged croak. "That's not what I want," I said. "There is a new Covenant."
I had to tell him about the New Covenant, I had to tell him about how things were going to change. I had to tell him that nothing would ever be the same again.

He wasn't listening, he was blinded by the panic of the situation.

Was I supposed to tell him about the temple, and how it would be rebuilt in three days? Or did the prophet Elijah already say that? Would these disciples, these good, simple people, would they remember the words of Elijah? I felt my energy waning, and the dizziness intensified. I felt like that spinning top on the edge of oblivion.

I reached out and took his young face in my hands, my own blood spilling from my fingers down his sweating brow. "Listen," I said, and his eyes locked on mine.

"This is a new covenant in my blood..." I tried to remember the familiar words that I was supposed to say.
I looked deep into his tear-filled eyes, to his soul.

"Do this as often as you drink it...

...in remembrance of me."

My light was extinguished.


^{Ain't nobody gonna blow it out,
No, I'm gonna let it shine!
Let it shine,
Let it shine,
Let it shine...}

That's depressing.
At least, I think so...dreams can be so amazing. Do you feel better for the experience?

I'd probably be expelled for bringing such weapons to school. Hahah
» middaymoon on 2008-05-02 08:08:07

Did I ever tell you about the dream I had in the Philippines?
When I was there for a visit, I dreamed that there were dead people nailed to the ceiling and blood dripped onto my body.

When I woke up, there were three drops of blood right on my arm.

FREAKY.
» ranor on 2008-05-02 08:57:21

Creepy... religious... dream.
» randomjunk on 2008-05-03 04:46:49

Wow. Sounds bitchin'. My dreams are never quite so action-packed.
» Someones_Muse on 2008-05-03 12:43:01

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