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Juan: United States
I saw Jesus in my Dream.
I had been fasting during Lent, and on the last week, I fell into a deep sleep.
In my dream it was morning, Dusk to be exact. Dark outside, almost breaking light, and I remember sweeping the sidewalk clean which is something I used to do a lot when I was younger.
I looked to the left, and Under this big strongly rooted massive leafy tree I saw a man in a tattered and soiled white robe who was bruised and beaten badly. He was tired and exhausted and bleeding from his head. My instincts made me walk over to him to help him and give him anything I had in my pockets to help him. To feed him and give him some kind of comfort.
Miraculously I had no money or anything in my pockets except a pack of cigarettes. I had quit smoking for lent and even developed a hate for cigarettes. He reached out with his left hand and asked for the cigarettes. As soon as he touched them, they went up in flames.
He was not smiling but was gazing deeply into my soul. Almost letting me know that he is the Truth and the way and life. Almost letting me know that no weapon formed against him shall prosper. No matter how hard life gets to keep going and live righteously. That's when I noticed It was the son of man. The Rabbi. The Messiah.
He had hair up to his shoulders, almost middle eastern in facial features, a mid-sized beard, fiery brown eyes. No words were spoken, but I knew it was him. A feeling of Fear and Beauty and Awe ran through my body.
My Lord and Savior, My God in the Flesh. Jesus Christ, I love you and please find it in your grace to forgive me of my sins