I never had a 'Jesus' dream, but I did have a very interesting one that brought me back towards God. I was a dyed-in-the-wool agnostic when I had this dream about 10 years ago.

I dreamed I was in a mall, and something bad happens. Not sure what, but wreckage was everywhere and people were screaming. There was a much younger man with me, quite tall (maybe 6'7"), and he appeared to be maybe like a fireman or a cop. I said, "We need to get into the sporting goods store and get backpacks for everybody, and try to find containers for things like water, food, etc." So I grabbed backpacks and he went for containers.

When he came back, he had these tiny little plastic containers like the kind you get in take-out restaurants for condiments. Small and useless. I became annoyed. "What are people supposed to put in THOSE?" I asked.

He smiled and said, "Their faith. This is where they put their faith."

I woke up and was a bit dazed by that, and remembered a bible line from Sunday school long ago.....If thy faith be the size of a mustard seed, you can move mountains.

Ten years later, I completely get it. The world is coming apart. We will need that little bit of faith to get us through.