We all have "dreams". Dreams in our lives of what we want to achieve or be when we grow up. Dreams to be rich and famous. Dreams to be actors, rock stars, doctors, lawyers.... Some of us dream and we dream big. Others dare to dream knowing where they come from and where they would like to go. Dreams are good because it gives us something to look forward to although most dreams we find disappointing in the end. Why? Because some of us dream so big that we over dream our abilities. Or life just tosses us a really big pile of poop and then we just give up on our dreams and decide to live in reality. The life we have. Few find their dreams.

Then, there are day dreams. Dreams that dare to take us from our every day monotny. We wander into a trancelike state that takes us to a place far better than the one we find ourself in at that time. Here we can be what ever we want to be. Go where ever we want to go. Soon enough life drags us back into our reality and at least during a piece of our day we were living a dream.

But the type of dream I want to talk about is the kind you have when you sleep. There are the ones that scare the heck out of you (a.k.a. the nightmare). Dreams of love, life, fantasy, our past, our future, you name it...we can dream about it. I want to share a dream I had last night.

As I began to realize my dream...that is actually see it and remember it...I found myself looking at signs of the end times. Awake, I realize those signs were not "real" but what was perceived to me to be in my dream. The stars were doing "odd" things and it seemed many other things around me but that I can not remember now were all pointing as if Revelations *(the rapture or something very close to it) was about to take place. In my dream I had a suitcase with "stuff" in it and I was trying to get to this building. A high rise office type building. It was like nighttime and I am fighting to get to this building because I know once I reach the building and enter...I would be safe. It seemed many were trying to make it to the building but never made it. I knew once inside who I was to ask for but could not tell you the name now. It was like Mr. Josephs or something.

Just as I reach this building I found myself dropping to my knees and I began to pray. I was right at the door, kneeling on the mat outside. I remember praying and begging God to forgive me for everything I had done in my life and not asked forgiveness for. I prayed for what seemed like a long time and finally stood to enter the building. But once I entered, the craziness that was going on outside seemed to go away and I was already on the upper floor without ever going in an elevator. The area around me seemed elegant but simple and I told a nameless, faceless person I was here to see Mr. (whateverhisnamewas) and they pointed to a door.

I entered what appeared to be a very elegant office (like mahogony) with rich red carpet. The desk seemed massive and the large leather like office chair was facing back. When I spoke the mans name the chair turned and before my eyes sat Jesus. The image that had been placed in my mind of what He would look like anyway. I said "Oh my God. Your Jesus." as I fell to my knees. And he smiled. I stood there with a peaceful presense I had never felt before. He stood and motioned for me to do the same. He said "Do you want me to wash your blood?" I said yes and stretched out my arm towards him and could feel my blood rushing through my body. He said "You are clean." I thanked him and a man came in and said something to him I did not hear. He picked up a clipboard or binder type thing, looked at me and said "I must go now." He hugged me and as I watched him walk away but still looking at me smiling, I just kept saying "Thank you Jesus! Thank you Jesus!" I noticed then He was in a uniform type clothing and seemed to be leaving to go to battle. And as I awoke, grasping to stay in his presense and still saying "Thank you Jesus. Thank you Jesus."

I tried desperately to go back to sleep. To find myself back to that place with Him. But I could not. It was by far the best dream I have ever had. To come face to face with my Savior and thank Him. I do not know how I would have reacted 10 years ago....5 years ago....even 2 years ago to the same dream. But the very thing I have struggled with (the fight to get to the door and the prayer) over the years has been answered. God has cleansed me (washed in his blood cleaned me) from all those things that I have been agonizing over. All those things I did so long ago are gone and forgiven. I am clean and He reminded me of that.

So remember my friend. No matter what you have done. No matter where you have been. No matter what you have said. He can and will forgive you and cleanse you from your sins. All you have to do is ask. Once you have...the struggle, the fight, the battle to Him has been won. Now all you have to do is to keep trying to live it.

God Bless!

Revelations 7:14