I had a very odd dream about Jesus and his death. And it was not normal at all. I was Jesus, and I had to get into a bag, put the bag on my bloody thorned head while on the cross, and stay in the bag until I died of hunger. But before that, I talked to a bunch of young children who were there to see me, and I felt sad that I had to leave them. They were being oddly nice, and gave me ear plugs so I wouldn't have to see my bloodied self (one of those things that just doesn't make sense). But then they let me go, took the thorn crown off my head, and gave me a clean shirt white dress shirt. Before I knew it, I was home and looking in the mirror. My face was covered in dirt and blood. And my mom acted like nothing was wrong.
What the hell. That was such a random dream. And it kind of freaked me out, because like I said, I don't follow any sort of real religion. And even if I believe some things, other things I think are nonsense.
2007-07-25
18:38:23
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