I am fully aware that dreams are of little interest to others....but I need to document this for myself.
I fell back to sleep this morning into one of those heavy vivid dream filled sleeps. Yesterday, I was vaguely arranging a ski holiday - looking into chalets.
This morning, I dreamt we were there, perched on a mountain, having a ball.
Then Jesus walked in.
I am not religious in the slightest but He had the long curly brown locks and it was just Him. He took his clothes off and went swimming in the chalet pool.
He was fit as fuck. I woke up with a smile on my face. Is that wrong?
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