Haunted houses and church

Date: 1/15/2019

I think a town completely burned down or something, and everyone got offered to spend the night free in this same really big old house. It was haunted and we kept seeing ghosts. I was supposed to sleep on this mattress on the floor stuffed between two other beds by myself, but I was too scared because I thought a hand was going to reach out from under one of the other beds and grab me. I asked someone who was sleeping in one of this big beds if I could sleep with them. They pulled me up and we were snuggling really close even though I think we were strangers. Later in the dream I went to church with my family, at the church we used to go to when I was growing up. For some reason my friend Maddy came with us. There was a man who got on stage and he was talking about how he died and met Jesus and came back to life and changed his life. I remember he said something like “sometimes I meet people and they say ‘oh there’s no Jesus in this family’ and I say ‘oh really because I just sensed him here. He loves you and watches over you even if you can’t feel it.” On the drive home it was really dark, the middle of the night. Maddy and I were in the backseat together. Her eyes were shining and sparkling and wide and she looked at me and went “wow that’s so amazing about the guy who died and came back to life. Can you believe that!?” She asked me “Well how do you know it was true?” I asked “he could be a liar. There was no proof.” She looked out the window and sighed and said “I can just feel that he’s telling the truth.”