So I had this cool dream last night.
Jesus came back and there was this huge gathering of people, literally thousands. There were concerts, fairs, parades, all whatever. I'm wandering the crowds in the bright of day and finally get to see the man himself.
Jesus stands chatting in a circle with some apostles and they're all like 20 feet tall for some reason.
Then I walk around the crowds some more and I hear about this libtard gay looking guy thinking he'll go and loudly protest Jesus or whatever.
I try to get to the guy to stop him, but the ext I find him is far away from the crowds, him having jumped off a high rampart to his death and this weird monkey like kid shows his body to me.
So I run back to the crowds and go to Jesus to tell him this guy killed himself. I tell him in panic and he and the apostles are all like, "dude, seriously?" So they pause and Jesus tells me, "Why did you come to me first? You should have checked on the poor man to see if he was alive and needs help first." Then I pause for a moment in fear and Jesus repeats, "Go, man!"
So I run back to the rampart and I see the guy sitting up, alive, some girl by his side helping him to stand up. And that's how the dream ended.
Jesus looked like picrelated in my dream if anyone cares.
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