This was my dream. Does mean something of importance?

Question

I along with several other people were brought to a place on a mission. Don't know what kind of a place just know its a place with many doors. The person who was leading all of us, reminded me that I should bring my bible. I grabbed my bible and followed everyone else into this place. First we went in the front door.
Our Mission; Jesus had just died. But there is no time zone here. Only a bunch of unopened doors. We must find Jesus and that is our only mission, nothing else! Jesus had died for our sins, and the FBI had already searched for him and failed in attempt. We were advised on our efforts of praying if we needed to, and how to pray the right way. This was crucial!
As soon as I walked through the front door,Everyone that had come in with me was talking to some women who were already here. It seemed ok. Our group began to trust these women on hope that we would help us find Jesus. But when they led us into a room that was not the room with Jesus, we noticed we had been tricked!
The next room was rather dark, kind of eerie and a little bit creepy, but did not seem to bad. There were spirits in this room above us standing on some metal piping. It looked like it was a place of work that maybe they had died in. They were cruel. Aiming broken bottles and spitting at us. We were all urged to leave this room.
I told everyone in the group that I believed Jesus was hidden in a tall upright closet that the police must of missed...although I had no proof, I was bound to be proven wrong. Everytime I was led in a way whether in my thoughts or by someone else, These three ladies would appear and show me the right way. I did not understand why they had come to correct in me this point of my dream.
The group began down a dirty white hall way where the dead were walking and attacking people in the group. I was struck with fear when one grabbed my arm. I screamed and pulled away running to a white box in the middle of the room that my entire group had fled to. I looked inside. This box was full of money! "The root of all evil." I thought to myself. I picked up a stack in curiosity and quickly put it down. I reminded myself my only mission here was to find Jesus. I was approached by the three women again in pursuit to correct me, but again I did not understand and the faded away.
I continued down the hall way where it had started to dim a little and at this point I was beginning to wake up forcing myself to finish this dream! I noticed that every member in my group was gone and I was continuing in alone. They had all stayed in the room with the undead and the box with money inside.
I continued through to a beautifully designed gate. I opened it and noticed that it opened into a huge room where the walls and ceiling met into a swirling motion (without the motion.) The room was white, palace like, with baby blue shadows and it was filled with beautiful flowers, plants and was beautifully landscaped. This room had hills and was not flat by any means.

I walked up the path to the center of the room and saw Jesus lying on a flat stone as if he'd been layed there to mourn. It was at that moment I finally realized those three women who kept trying to correct me, were trying to tell me that my so called psychic prediction was not of faith but by the hand of the devil, and Jesus in front of me lying on a stone and not in an upright closet was proof that I needed my faith to find him, not a prediction. Everything made sense at this point. I had over come, trickery and temptation and I learned a lesson in faith.

I began to ask God before Jesus for forgiveness. This also a lesson to be learned. I asked for forgiveness of my sins and confessed my love for God and Jesus. Everytime I prayed something wrong, Jesus would turn into a corpse. If I did right, Jesus looked peaceful, clean and at rest. I learned to do it right very quickly for I couldn't stand the sight of him as a corpse rotting. When I finished, a beautiful staircase appeared. Like ones you could only pay the best price for. At the top was a door white and full of fog. I walked up the stairs to see where they led. No I did not go to Heaven...instead it led me out of this place I was in and into a green lawn with alot of hills. My family stood at the top of the tallest hill smiling and waiting for me. I had found Jesus.

Answer 1

I had simliar dream sequences. They were separate dreams. But instead of listening to others about God and Jesus, I trusted that God was everywhere, " If i were to make my bed in Hell, Thou would be there with me". So I stayed where I was at and trusted God as I kneeled to pray to him. I trusted that those around me would only harm me if it was God's will. The demons were trying to make my prayer faulter by saying things that were twisted along the lines of the scripture I was quoting. But I kept on praying while I was surrounded by them.

And then, God took them away, as if an invisible wall blocked them from my sight.

Do you remember the story about Peter and Jesus at the end of John's Gospel where Jesus asked Peter if he loved him? have you ever heard about that in a message? What Peter was doing is saying that he loved jesus like a brother. By the time the conversation ended, Jesus had lowered his term of what could be called unconditional love to brotherly love, Jesus was willing to lower himself to the level of Peter. That's what I am getting at. He will come to me because he cares about me. He's the Deliverer! You can see that even in the Old Testament. God can be counted on when we are in trouble.

Answer 2

I think that you need to shut the TV off.

Hell, I had a dream last week that the apocalypse occurred and I was burning in hell. Then I woke up to find that I was very overheated because someone had left the heat on too high and I had on a heavy blanket.

Answer 3

All this in 8 hours? I'm lucky if I dream "half" what you did, but as for your dream, feel confident in the Lord is it's meaning....."

Answer 4

If your scared go to church :)