Here goes:
   Alright. This is a little lengthy but it is all the truth. I will be honest, I don?t know what I am doing, but I feel that I should make a statement of some sort about this? So I will tell you what I know. This is a statement about what my dream was about, but I feel that to understand, more about what it could mean, it is also important to understand something about me. I am 20 year old female college student. I am NOT religious in any way, and I would be hard pressed to say I believe in anything at all (such as God, Allah, Buddha, etc.; you get my meaning). I went to a Baptist church when I was very young, but quit going at ten years old because I didn?t understand what everyone was talking about and didn?t see a point in going if I didn?t believe what they were teaching. Also I have no kids or a spouse.

 

Prologue:

I know that it was a night like many others I have had, with the exception I went to bed early and I was very tired because the night before I didn?t get much more than five hours of sleep. I ended up going to bed about 1:30 am and slept until 7:40 am (yes exactly forty minutes past the hour, and oddly enough exactly five minutes until my alarm was set to go off).

The Dream:

It began with a visit to a chocolate factory and I was getting a tour. So far as I can recall I was alone on the tour with the exception of a blond librarian looking lady with glasses wearing a gray suit type jacket and skirt. As we passed some chocolate, I took a piece to try it, and she smacked the piece of candy out of my hand saying I couldn?t have any. Then she continued on walking and talking, not looking back, so I turned to where the piece of chocolate had fallen, and discovered that it was in a what looked like well-lit fire place alcove in the wall. So I got down on all fours and crawled in to find it.

I say it was well-lit, but it was almost glowing gold in there and very clean. Not a sign of ash or dirt. I believe there was a small round place just inside the archway that seemed to me to emit fire from the floor but it didn?t much to my relief. But as soon as I got into the fireplace (?), I noticed that although it seemed to end just looking at it from the outside, it actually didn?t. There was a corridor of sorts the same height, shape, and color that continued off to my right.

Forgetting the chocolate, I followed it for a very short distance and came to a small room. Now let me pause to give a good description of what I saw. From the entrance I could see that the floor steeply dropped off to the main part of the room. There were no windows, lights or lamps anywhere, but still it seemed that the light was even stronger in here than in the alcove from which I entered, and that the light came from the stone itself. It was a very small room as I said measuring (probably) about 10 feet long and maybe four to five wide and possibly 12 feet tall, and the far wall opposite me seemed to curve slightly with two small pillars the same size.

Alright back to the dream. When I entered my view changed from first person to third person and I viewed myself from the left corner of the room if you use the main entrance as a starting point. The thing I first noticed is that my body was not as it is now. I was a man with short blond hair, in a brown trench like coat that was not tied up or buttoned but hanging loosely about my body (oddly enough I can remember no clothes besides that so I assume that there were none). I had never seen this person before, but I didn?t really get a good look at my face. But I lowered my self down the five feet or so from the square above to the floor, and no sooner had my feet touched the ground then I stood up straight and with my back pressed against the wall (strangely the height of the wall is my exact height and the top of my head was flush with the top of the ledge), threw out my arms to my sides (kinda like we do when we throw open our arms wide to give someone a big hug, but instead I kept them there) and closed my eyes with a smile on my face, and the soul/entity(?) that was watching all this zoomed in because I noticed a carving on the stone.

I looked closer and saw that the carving was of thin long wings, at the right height for my shoulders. As I watched, the carving turned into REAL thin, long, and white wings. Then I must have re-entered my body because the next thing I saw was Jesus on the cross right in front of me in the curvature in the room on the back wall. (Note: I assume that what I saw was in my mind, because as I said, my eyes were closed.)

To really do this justice I will have to describe every minute detail of what I saw, so bear with me.

I saw that Jesus, was still nailed to the cross, but those wounds were out of my line of vision, and I didn?t see them even once. However, on his forehead, there was a circular gash about 1 inch around and not deep. It wasn?t bleeding, but it looked raw, like it never scabbed over, and maybe a little wet. His face was a sickly white and it looked like he was sweating lightly as if from a fever. The color of his face deathly, he seemed to be begging for release with his gaze. His eyes rolled once and he groaned. On the right side of his face I saw the right half of the devils face (whether he was attached like a parasitic twin or simply positioned behind him, I cannot say, but all I ever saw of him is the right side of his face like I said). He was missing his horn, and there was a similar gash on the right side of his forehead, but it was different. It was a fresh wound, a different size (unfortunately his face was turned in just such a way that it was hard for me to tell what the size of the wound was), and it looked a little bloody. (The difference i would like to point out between the two wounds is like the difference between a fresh gun shot wound and a wound that is a few days old and obviously infected.)

The next thing I knew they were both talking to me, and I didn?t hear it like I was in a sound proof box. Then Jesus sprouted wings just like mine and tried vainly to flap them to leave, but all he accomplished was a sad bobbing motion and he returned to his original position after straining to fly away.

The next thing I remember happening is that the room melted away and I took off flying into the sky to look for something. I quickly found them both, they were together, and to give an accurate description, one girl I know in real life the other I do not, the girl I know is older than me blond, about 23 or 24, she is the sister to one of my good friends that I have known since middle school. (I would like to point out that she and I have never really talked much.) Her appearance was altered though. She has in real life, shoulder length dirty blond hair, and lots of freckles and moles, and usually tanned skin. However in my dream she had her hair cut very short possibly only five inches long and buzzed to about her ear all the way around her head. It looked like someone had done a bad job cutting it because it was mussed and uneven. It almost didn?t look like her. She was also pale and thinner than usual and seemed to have lost many freckles and moles. The other girl was probably only about five or six and had a pink skirt on with a blue top and a jacket, she was most likely African American as she was a black color, and her hair was just past her shoulders and wavy.

I took their hands and showed them how to fly, and I had to fly low to the ground with the weight, probably only a good 12 to 13 feet above the grass, and we were spotted after a short time in the air by people on the ground. I knew that I had to keep my charges away from them, and as they slowly got closer, I saw them. Bloody, gruesome, scratched beyond all recognition of detail or gender, they were indeed actually hairless. What I did see was the form of a human, the basic outline, genderless, and though they had faces and perhaps made noise they all looked the same. (Side Note: I want you to under stand when I say bloody, I mean, that it LOOKS like blood to me. I saw a thin coat of it, which could easily be interpreted as a horrible burn from the redness, all over their bodies that appeared to be wet and turning sticky. The same kind of sticky wound that i saw on Jesus's forehead, except that on these people i couldn't actually SEE the wound only the blood and this covered the ENTIRE body head to foot.) Everyone was bald, and had cuts, but strangely no arms or legs missing. All the ones I saw reached for me with both hands and stood on two feet even if a few were hunched over a little. When they followed me some were walking at a normal pace, while others struggled to walk at all. I could discern no clothes on them, which I cannot fathom why. All I could make out of them was faceless hairless beings intent on getting to me. I really have no idea what they wanted. They looked like they were in pain, and probably just wanted me to save them, yet I felt I should steer clear of them at all costs for some reason.

Struggling to gain elevation, and away from them, I took my charges higher into the sky, and took them to a place where, when we landed, I felt was a safe place. It looked like a port or a base of sorts with small cars and helicopter type things coming and going. I came through a tall tunnel and out into a box like space with the top gone to expose the sky. It was a LARGE space even as I say it was a box sort of shape. Across from the entrance, I think I saw out of the top of my eye, a walk way with railings (to keep people from falling down into the square as it was quite tall) along the wall and other tall structures like buildings all around, just about the main walls. There were many people in white and gray uniforms coming out to help people and I left my charges there to be safe.

I left to go out into the destruction, for that is all I can think to describe it as, and when I came close enough to the ground to see people, all I saw was bloody masses. It was like a bad horror movie. The people looked like zombies, reaching for me with their bloody/burned (whatever) fingers and moaning in agony.

I was in a small court yard type area, with buildings all around me, and a black gate behind me. I saw that in the small court yard area, there was a sidewalk to the gate and going around the side of the building to my right. The ground is something to note as it seemed to be black. I am sure it wasn?t dirt, but rather black grass. Like something had scorched it.

I escaped a horde of them just barely and gained elevation again to fly above houses and buildings, until at last my wings began to tire and I grew afraid of landing since the people would surely try to pull me down.

As I neared the ground, unable to keep elevation, I saw a hill, and upon it, a group of about ten to fifteen reaching for me already, their hands bloody and outstretched to grab my ankles. I saw a person on the end, a short stubby person with short stubby hands and I knew that if I were to touch their head for a second they could not grab me.

As I inevitably descended lower, I aimed to use their head as a spring board and try to jump up a little to coast off the side of the hill and go on. My foot an inch from the top of their head, I made ready to jump, and I woke up at 7:40 am. (For those who don?t know me, this is highly irregular in my sleeping patterns and indeed I usually sleep about 6-12 hours a night when I finally get to sleep, but I was so surprised to wake up on my own, without help, for the first time in quite a while, at a decent hour. Moreover, I wasn?t really tired upon waking.)

I have never read the bible past the opening on all the begetting that people did when the earth was young; I don?t go to any church, synagogue, or temple. Yet, somehow I feel that this dream means something to someone. I just wish I knew what. Really I have a very bad memory and perhaps I am recording this so I won?t forget. But if you are reading this and you have comments, let me know. I am currently confused and wish to have answers. If you had a similar dream, contact me with the story; I?ll listen.

I sit here wondering if anyone will believe me, but no matter who believes me or doesn?t, it doesn?t matter so long as I did my part to pass this on. I feel that I should, so I will. What you make of it is entirely up to you, but my only hope that this doesn?t foretell a future no one wants to see?