So basically i was walking around in this cave-like area which was only sparsely lit with some torches, and there was a small creek running right through it with a few bridges going over it.
As i was delving deeper into said cave i came across and noticed something in the distance, which upon closer examination turned out to be a seriously injured young lamb pierced by arrows at multiple spots around its body.
For some reason i had a bigass knife on me and decided that it would be a good idea to end its suffering right then and there rather than let it continue to suffer - "This is for your own good, buddy, it'll be over soon" i uttered as i beheaded said lamb in a quick fashion.
I then continued to venture deeper into said cave until i got tired of doing so, and when i turned around again to walk toward the exit i found that the corpse of the lamb had mysteriously vanished from the place i had last seen it - Instead, now the christ god Jesus was standing in its place, looking right at me.
I basically only wanted to assure him that the aforementioned act of mercy killing was no display of hostility toward christianity on my part, and that i wanted whites of all faiths to peacefully co-exist, since us heathens do not need to forcefully convert others like the christians do.
As i finished the last words of this sentence, the christ-figure suddenly and without any forewarning turned completely pitch-black, as if someone had emptied a truckload of tar over it, and its eyes began to glow quite menacingly.
Before i could muster up any meaningful response, he had already extended his left arm, with both fingers piercing through my chest and reaching for my heart, pushing me back toward the exit of the cave with an unspeakable otherworldy force which i could not resist.
It also delivered some kind of retort during this act of hostility, but i cannot quite recall what it was anymore at this point, but it went along the lines of "I'm permabanning you from christianity because you're seeing behind my lies so no one will be able to convert you back anymore from this point on".
Anyways, as soon as it had pushed me toward the exit of the cave and i felt the fresh air of the forest and sunrays of Germania around me once more, i regained my strength and confidence and then also managed to break the christ figure's magic grasp of my chest/heart area and then shouted at the top of my lungs at it that i was not in need of its christian lies and propaganda, since i was secure within the folkish heathenry of my ancestors, who along with the Vanir all stood behind me.
The black christ figure then vanished into thin air and the dream ended abruptly. I woke up not like from an ordinary dream but rather one of "those" dreams you keep in your memory for a long time after they ended because they inhibit extraordinary or otherwise significant properties.
I think what makes this one so noteworthy is the amount of symbolism contained within it, i guess you could say it's like this one was almost prophetic in nature, a sign of the gods so to speak heh