Thank you for sharing your story I once had a dream about the end of time I think I had this dream repeatedly from about the age of 7 to 8or9 this might sound weird and strange but I remember it like I just had the dream last night but I am 30 years old now.

I dreamt that the end was here and I was tiring so hard but I also was very tired I had to pick hundreds of flowers they were lined on both sides of this moving path and before I found out if I picked enough flowers I then wok up well I never new what the dream meant ?? thank you.

Hi, I believe your dream was God showing you that you struggled with recieving God's grace, and that you mignt not know how to recieve his salvation freely...You struggle with trying to earn it. Jesus already did it for us all we have to do is recieve...There is no striving! He loves you, and he wants you to know that he accepts you and that you do not have to strive to get his acceptance...The moment you gave your life to him and accepted what he did on the cross for you, it was done!

So just recieve it, and be blessed :)

God bless you!

GOD uses all of us in different ways and some of us are used to directly spread GOD's word and lead people to HIM. There are people out there that GOD is eager to use but we've got to open our hearts and mind to him and allow HIM to use us. I believe GOD has a calling on your life Michael to help fill his Kingdom. The flowers in your dream represent hundreds, if not more, of people that you are called to directly affect by some specific gift that you know GOD has given you. I believe Mel is correct about salvation, but it is our duty to help fill the book of life, and I believe GOD has blessed us all with tools we should be using to grow his kingdom.

god is really live in the world .jesus is coming soon in the world turst me.

a few years ago I had a dream. Before I went to bed I cried out from the bottom of my heart asking Jesus for help for my family and I to understand and to do what God wants. I never knew if I was truly doing what Jesus wants and that scares me. I don't want to think I am doing God's work and being wrong all my life. I fell asleep that night more tired than I have felt in a long time and had a dream.
In my dream Jesus came down and I could feel LOVE. It was an actual physical feeling that you have to truly experience to understand. The feeling of love you have on this earth is not even 2 percent of this love. I started running away crying "I am not worthy". But he kept coming and I could not run as fast as he came to me. He held me and I was filled with LOVE and was crying saying "I am not worthy". I woke up from my dream with tears pouring down my face still feeling LOVE. For the next few days I went everywhere and could not help but Love everyone since I understood now that Jesus loves me and to keep trying to be a good Christian and love everyone. I cant wait for the day when I am covered with that feeling again.
I am not scared of the end of the world or of bad times. Jesus LOVES ME and and he LOVES YOU. Remember his commandments Love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and Love your neighbor as yourself. (Love your neighbor no matter what color, sex, religion, belief leave your judgements behind for only God and Jesus have the right to judge).
In order to be able to love your neighbor.. you must love and respect yourself and be true to what Jesus wants.
Peace and Love and my prayers for all.

I was driving along the road when I passed close to a house that I realized Jesus was in. I stopped and went inside.
Jesus appeared to me just as we see him in pictures, a slender handsome Jewish man, except Jesus was crouched down, in the corner of the front room of the house. He looked tired and seemed to be in great pain. I went to him. I bent down and touched his arm. I said, "come Jesus, let me help you. Let me give you a warm shower, it will make you fell better."
Jesus seemed, not reluctant, but hesitant, as if he didn't want to be any trouble to me or anyone. I said "please Jesus, its no trouble. I want you to feel better."
I walked over to a bathtub were I cleared a shower bench and some shampoo bottles to make a spot for Jesus to stand.
As I turned on the water, I continued telling Jesus how good the shower would feel. While I was still adjusting the water, Jesus stepped into the tub.
Jesus stepped forward, beneith the shower before it was warm. The cold water caused Him to gasp.
I said, "It's not ready just yet, then the warm water began to flow. Jesus lit up with a smile as the warmth ran over his body. His body was battered and ached. I took a simple cloth and wiped off his back and legs. He said, "does this water come this way?" I said, "no, God did not make water hot, the hot water tank does that." We both laughed.
Once Jesus was soothed, He stood while I placed a long white linen shirt around his shoulders. Once the shirt was on Him, I placed my head upon his chest and Jesus embraced me, then I woke.
The dream seemed very real, not like a dream at all. I woke and lay still in the dark as I remembered the dream, trying to remember every detail. I knew I had felt the presence of God. I began to cry, not from sadness, but overwhelming JOY and LOVE beyound compare. I said to Jesus, "thank you so much Jesus for coming to my dreams, thank you for this wonderful gift. Please come again, it was so wonderful, so very awesome." I had never felt so much Love, PEACE, for lack of a better word. Even peace and joy can not describe the feeling I felt.
After a few minutes I got up and went to look at the clock in the kitchen. It was d:cf A.M. bc/ad/ai. I wanted to wake someone to tell them about this awesome dream, but instead returned to bed.
I felt so much peace and so much joy I was busting at the seams. I got up for water. My roomate called out, "What's wrong? This is the second time you've gotten up in just a few minutes." I told her about the dream. I cried a joyful cry the entire time I was telling her about it. I could not control the tears or joy from which they sprang.
I returned once again to my bed. I realized right away it was December drd at d in the morning of caai. I tried to figure out if the time and date held any symbolic message around this dream. I always look for symbolism.
I was knocked over by what I realized. December being the bcth month and the drd being the drd day would be written bcd as in TRINITY. d A.M. again the #d, the Trinity. And ai, the i being infinity. Last but not least, December, being the month we celabrate the birth of Jesus.
I went to bed blessed and woke up blessed, but with a clearer picture of who I am and what I am here for.
Peace and Love, Deb

Last year I was going through a difficult time because of some very serious
mistakes I had made (sin is more like it). During that period, I realized my need
to grow closer to God and was feeling frustrated...I kept thinking that God
wouldn't forgive me and didn't see/care about what was going on in my life
even though I was trying to repair my wrongs.

During this time, I dreamed that I was in a huge crowd of people. Jesus in a
white robe and walking through the crowd. When He passed me, He looked me
right in the eyes and held my gaze. He didn't say a word, but just looked right
at me. After He passed, I started crying and said "I can't believe He noticed
me!"...and then I woke up...

For some reason it took me a long time to figure out what this meant, but do
you think Jesus was trying to show me that He does see me?