Radiant Sensation

Date: 1/20/2018

I had this dream yesterday. While taking a nap because I was sick. I slept for 3 hours. This dream was so deep and so vivid. It felt so real. It wasn't perfect. There were bad things that happened. But it was the intensity of my emotions, the feeling this dream was giving me. It was like I was truly there. It didn't feel like a dream at all. It felt so real that I didn't want to wake up. It was world war 3. who wouldn't want to wake up from that? The rest of the world has been nuked or under attack but we were far away in the country side or mountains. People were chasing us down on foot. We couldn't use cars or any transportation except our feet. I was with a small group mix of teen boys and girls. It wasn't like these were people from my real life. I have never seen these people in my life but in the dream I was treating them as if they were family. We were running through the woods and people were chasing us down in a clearing. We were running and my best friend (never met her) ran through an invisible trap. That laziered her legs off and killed her. I was crying but had to keep running. Why was I feeling so much emotion over someone I didn't even know in real life. But in the dream she was my bestfriend. I'm assuming my family was dead because they never appeared in the dream. Then me and the group continued running. The sun was creeping through trees. Although I was being chased, I didn't feel scared. I felt this calm sensation wash over me as I saw the light peeping in the trees. The lighting in this dream had such a sweet glow to it. And as I ran, nothing was blurred. I could see every speck of grass no matter how fast I ran and I could detect every ray of light that shined between the trees. I was running but I ran so smoothly as if my feet were barely touching the ground but it was so real, I could feel and hear my fast paced breathing as I ran with adrenaline. I felt a twinge of fear as I ran but it was a strange type of fear. I was afraid but it was like I knew there was safety ahead. I slowed down and began to walk slowly one foot at a time. Out of the corner of my left eye I saw an enemy with a gun, oblivious that I was only a few steps to his right. I turned right a bit and slowly ran until I ran fast on a narrow trail and made my way out of the woods onto the hillside of the mountain. I ran up the uphill trail. I didn't have to stop to absorb the beautiful view. It was like heaven. The mountains touching the horizon as the sun was at the dawn of daybreak. I felt that sensation again, yet stronger. It felt like a calm breeze blowing all negativity and pain off my shoulders. I felt calmly overwhelmed. But I continued to run until I saw an old abandoned church. It wasn't you typical country church. It looked very old and European. Maybe a catholic or Jewish church. It wasn't overly big but I wouldn't call it small. It had a small hexagon building that neighbored it. When I saw the church it again gave me this strange feeling. It's that feeling where you think you have died but you don't remember actually dying. You don't feel pain. Just peace and everything is so vivid, so radiant and warm. It is so rich of warm colors that give you the deepest feeling of contentment. It was like walking and seeing a house and knowing it's home. I felt like something was calling me to this building. I ran up to the old wooden church door. The church was a gray colored brick and it looked so old yet it did not allow vines of ivy to hide its story. It seemed like the type of place that had a hundred stories behind it. Stories of love, hate, healing, and pain. I opened the door. Surprised to see people in it. They were looking at signs with facts and there were pictures from WW2 but these people weren't using it as a museum anymore. They were using it as a hideout. My friends followed me inside looking at the old artifacts and history of the building. Stories of the holocaust and gas chambers. This was a Jewish church.Then I walked into this one empty circular room that had carpet in it and had steps that went down to a circular floor to pray. My friends followed me and there were others in there too. Some were praying and some were making conversation. But someone caught my eye. And once they did, I couldn't look away. I was withdrawn from the conversation my friends we're having, zoned out and drawn in by this boy. He looked about 16. It wasn't his looks that necessarily drew me in it was his demeanor. It was like he didn't know he was surrounded by people. He thought he was the only one in the room. He never once looked up. I could only see the profile of his face. He was writing something and was concentrating very hard. It seemed as if he knew what to write it was just hard for him to write it. He seemed like whatever he was writing was important to him. He put a lot of depth into it. I could already tell this without even knowing what he was writing. He was writing very slowly and like he was trying to make it look impeccable. He was kind of attractive but not instagram attractive. Like a boy out of a book. He had dark blackish brown hair and honeycrisp skin as if he had just gotten back from a beach vacation. He was kind of skinny too with a slightly crooked nose but it suited him perfectly. He wasn't necessarily dressed like the norm. He wore a red shirt and black pants. They didn't look very nice but they didn't look old. But they didn't seem like something you would wear this generation. I began to walk towards him, his back turned towards me. I saw what he was writing over his shoulder. He wasn't writing on a thin paper. He had ripped the back part of a hardback book and was writing on the paper part that was glued to the inside of the hardback. That probably sounds confusing. But he wasn't writing in english. It was a different language. And his handwriting was impeccable. He looked over his shoulder at me and my heart nearly stopped. There was that radiant sensation again. Those eyes. They were the darkest, most beautiful eyes, I had ever witnessed. He barely smiled at me. He just kind of stared but not too deeply. He looked at me as if I wasn't a stranger and as if he had been waiting for me for over a hundred years. His eyes read "you finally made it back to me" I opened my mouth to say something but he stopped me. "Don't ask what you are about to ask." In an admonishing flirty tone. "What was I going to ask" i said in s curious tone. "How old I am" why would that be the first thing I ask. " that's not what I was going to ask." I said. " what were you going to ask?" He said in a surprised tone. " "I was going to ask if I knew you from somewhere and what you were writing. You seem familiar." " No, I don't think we have met and I'm writing a letter." he said in s dismayed voice. He looked back down and began to write again. I sat down beside him on the stairs trying to decipher what he was writing but I couldn't event tell what one word meant. He stopped writing and turned the hardback over and we talked. I can't fully remember what we talked about but I remember there being a strong connection. We were smiling at each other as we spoke. He was very wise and smart. He was very calm and gentle. He had such a kind softhearted nature. He spoke in such a smooth tone but he didn't speak He was so peaceful. He felt warm and radiant just like the sun rays that had crept between the trees. I felt as if I had just lived an eternity through hell but God had finally let me crossover to heaven. That's what this felt like. It felt like the feeling I would imagine you to have if you were in heaven. We talked for what felt like hours. The main thing I remember is me asking, " Dont you know there is a war going on?" I asked. He was the first sign of peace I had ever seen. He made me forget that there even was a war. And then he said something I won't forget. " it's been the same war going on since the beginning of time. It just hibernates among us." This was the wisest thing I have ever heard and yet I had made it up in a dream. One thing I noticed is that the people never acknowledged him. My friends didn't even look over at him to see that I was taking to him. It was like he was invisible to everyone else. It was so weird. Like he grabbed my attention the second I saw him and yet no one had even made eye contact with his body. But he was so beautiful how could you not notice? The way he carried himself and the how deep in thought he seemed.Then he said he had to go and we were outside in the clearing outside the church. How could he leave the church when the enemies were right outside? He suddenly gave me a kiss on the cheap and his eyes spoke "I love you" to me as he gently smiled and turned away and lightly jogged away with the most graceful steps. Then I realized he had put something in my hand and it was the letter on the hardback he had written. All of a sudden I could read it like English. But the strange thing about it is I can't remember exactly what it says. All I know is that it was a love letter saying he loved me and had been waiting there for me for a long time. That he had been writing the letter since I left and he swore to not stop until he saw me. The letter made me cry with peaceful tears. This dream felt like the war represented life on earth an ongoing war with a few rays of sun creeping in the trees and then when I saw the church and I saw the boy i realized this represented heaven. I was able to fully grasp the feeling. The ray of sun that creeped through the trees was now crashing down on me and I felt the warmth and radiance. It was like I could feel the atmosphere and everything that connected each beautiful thing together. I could feel the warmth of the sun, the light of the moon, the warmth of a cozy fire, the coolness of water, the feeling of every romance that had ever been, I could feel an immense dose of love, hope, faith, peace, radiance, joy, gentleness, excitement, tears, contentment, beauty, adoration, nature, worship, tenderness, passion, devotion, kindness, friendship, romance, equality, difference, positivity, respect, and compassion. I could feel all these feelings yet on a high. I have never felt like this in real life or even a dream before. It was so surreal and beautiful.The sun got brighter and brighter and I was his body running away and slowly fading. And then I saw this brilliant bright light. Then I woke up...to reality. Ik this dream sounds made up but I swear I had this dream, it was the most vivid and detailed dream I have ever experienced. It didn't feel like a dream. I could feel and see things so clearly. Usually my dreams don't make sense and have no construct. They just go from one random thing to the next but this dream never didn anything random. Everything seemed consistent. And this dream was so bright and beautiful. I have never felt like this and the emotions in the dream were so intensified and placid all at the same time. I loved it. I felt like i was in heaven. I have never felt like that before. I didn't even know it was possible to feel emotions so intensified. I woke up in tears because of how beautiful it was. Ik this dream seems so far fetched but that's exactly how it happened. Sorry that it's so long.