Wow, did I ever wake up to a cool and different dream. Normally, I don't remember my dreams. But this was a cool one that I just have to share.
I Woke up on Christmas morning 2016 to strange sequence of images that were all about a man's last few seconds on Earth where he learns to surrender to God and give his spirit back to his' Creator. Here's a description of what I saw, felt and dreamed this CHRISTMAS morning in a steam of consciousness that I hope someday to use in a movie screenplay:
The sequence began with a man in a state of prison where he was talking to one lone person in the cell with him. Then this person left and he was alone for a long, long time. Then his man saw himself as a running on a track course. Then this man who was his friend in the prison cell was seen a fellow runner who passes this man while running.
Next this man sees himself as a old man in a hospital bed on a ventilator with his family: one of his man's kids with his family; on the other side of the glass looking at him.
Then this man the point of view of a baby in a crib surrounded above by the smiling faces of his mother and father. The baby then hears the words, "I love you" by many different voices of differing age groups. These voices are from people that his man knew throughout his life.
The baby inside the crib coos.
The man now sees himself as a runner, running on a track: a track and field, circular track. He is joined by a second runner, who is seen to be that same Person he was talking to from the prison cell. This Fellow runner, looks at the man as He passes him. The runner then looks out into the stands.
The stands of the track field are empty--except in one seat where that Friend from the prison now stands, fully clothed and looking normal as he claps enthusiastically.
Back on the track-and-field track the runner looks to his right and left where he sees other runners running. This makes the runner speed up. Some runners he now passes, while other more faster runners pass him. Mass cheers from the stands pick-up the mood of the runner and for a while he continues his pace until a sobering realization causes him to slow down to a walking pace, then he stops, and is passed by runners who are now all passing him, but as they do they fade from sight.
Panting the runner looks down at the track. There he sees the orange gritty surface of the track. He also notes the white line that deliniates where he was slated to run.
"You have been running a long time, friend. So what have you found?" The Voice of that prisoner in the cell with him asks.
The runner now shuts his eyes, and his perception turns black.
For a while all he can hear is panting of his own breathing, until--
The machine in the hospital that had been tracking his heart beat stops pinging but goes flat, and a dull hum comes out of the machine.
In the waiting area behind the plexiglass the family of this man stands there. Hands pressed against the glass in fearful expectation. But--
Out on the track field, the runner who is bent over his knees looks up and out to the sands.
There in the stands the runner sees that Man he knew from his time in the prison cell looking back at him. This man is a coat. His head turns and he looks at the exit. "So what have you found?" The Voice of this Man speaks in the runner's mind loud and clear, and with authority.
The runner once again sees himself in a bedroom. There his mother has his arms above her baby's head where she guides him in this babies first steps. Standing aloof recording it all with Camquarter is the baby's father. Through all of his recordings he is smiling. As the action turns to the father with Camquarter he transforms into the the same appearance as the Man who was in the prison cell with him and later was the lone spectator in the stands.
"I have found favor," the runner responds back to the Man who asked him this question.
Out in the stands of the track-and-field station the lone spectator wearing a coat wave a one-armed invite for the runner to join him.
The runner now leaves the track and starts to walk up the stairs to the coated spectator who is waiting for him to join him at the exit.
The runner reaches the Coated spectator at which time the Coated spectator throws his arm around the runner and together they leave the stadium. "And now I'm going home," the runner says. While in the exit, a white light envelopes both the runner and the Coated spectator until they can no longer be seen.
In the hospital patient room an old man's hand releases, as the sound of the heart monitoring machine gives off its somber buzz of static, dead beat. But--
Up in space, a myriad of light comprise what looks to be a sports coliseum. Down on the floor of his celestial sports venue is a racetrack of sorts where several different lights are seen racing against each other.
"In the beginning their was light and there was darkness. And the Lord separated the light from the darkness, and saw that it was good. The first day." Is read from a human voice.
The lights in the spectator section of this celestial coliseum begin to shoot up and streak away.
There in the prison cell, the runner, who is now adorn in an orange jump suit is seen sitting on the floor of his cell. Hands folded across his knees looking across from him where the Lone person in the cell with him is looking back at him baring the same pose.
In the hospital room. The members of the immediate family flood into the hospital room where the old man who just died lies.
Up in space, the lights that were racing start to shoot up as well, until only one racing light remains. That light then slows. Realizes that it's alone then shoots up and rejoins the other lights that are making their way through the galaxy.
The sound of relaxing harp music signifies the entrance into--
An outdoor, school park. Where lots of little kids are running around and giggling. Walking into view is the Main Supervisor. This Man in a white robe is a bearded Jewish man, and He is smiling. "Welcome home," Jesus says. "You have found what you were looking for. You race is over. Welcome into the joy of your master."
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