THE DREAM
I had a dream once years ago.
I was walking in the clouds in the dream.
I saw a figure walking toward me through the mist.
I wondered who it could be.
As the figure drew closer, I seemed to recognize the person.
My heart leaped.
I called out "Is that you, Jesus?"
The mist cleared, and then I knew.
I ran toward him.
When I reached him, I threw my arms around him.
He held me tightly.
I could feel his robe against my face and my arms.
It was red. It seemed so real.
The dream faded away and I awoke.
I laid there in my bed thinking about the dream.
It seemed so real.
"Was that you, Jesus?" I whispered into the night.
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