The dream was in black & white. I saw a man hanging on a cross.
The cross was on wheels being rolled down the street on a carriage high above the crowds. . It was a dirt road
in an ancient town like Jerusalem. It looked like a film showing Jesus’ death.
I saw guards keeping the crowds back as many people were watching, from
both sides of the street like a parade would look.
So then I had the realization, it is Jesus. I wanted to talk to him, but Jesus
was moving his head back & forth in agony and pain. I didn't feel that I could talk to him
because Jesus was really out of it. Jesus had short, shaggy hair, like it had possibly been ripped out. I got the feeling that Jesus had no regrets even though it was incredibly painful, nor was he waiting for the moment for it to be over. It was like Jesus felt a joy over what he was doing, and he would do it all over if he needed to, also that Jesus would do it for an indefinite amount of time, at least until his body gave out. This was his love for mankind.