I saw me floating on a wooden raft in the ocean – all alone.
Suddenly, the ocean is flushed like it is a big toilet, and I go rushing, swirling down. All of the water is siphoned into a big glass bottle that you can see through. It is like one of those bottles that you see the wooden ships in but much bigger.
I am still on my raft but now and in the bottle.
I see Jesus take a hammer and break the glass. He picks me up, but I am tiny in His hands. I fit between His two fingers.
He breathes on me and dries me off. I look like I am in front of a giant hair dryer. He gives me sunglasses and fixes me up all nice and neat.
Then, He throws me into a huge pack of wolves – thousands upon thousands.
I spin around like a huge, white tornado, and sparks come out of me with lightning. The wolves get mowed over, and a path is cut for many to walk along. There are white picket fences erected on either side of the path to keep the good in and the bad out.
The trail leads to the rainbow where the promises of God are delivered to the saints.