I don't usually dream, but if I do they are "anxiety dreams", I have
had "good" visions in the waking state, but I cannot remember a "good" dream.
But last night, around midnight, a good dream came to me. I dreamed that
Jesus came to save me from a situation in which my life was threatened. He
didn't come on a white horse--I think it was beige/roan color--but the horse
was not the important thing, except that He was riding fast on it. He was
dressed in a dark cloak which would have been in vogue two centuries ago,
but the darkness was not sinister; it was just the typical garb of a man of that
era. He was identified to me as "The Lamb of God". Odd that the Lamb would
be riding a horse, but He was.
He wafted me out of my predicament to some other place that was good and
safe, and then I woke up. I received the impression that this was just the first
part of a bigger rescue that was coming soon.
So that's my "good dream". Thank you for the personal touch which keeps
me keepin' on keepin' on, Jesus!