My dream in story form... Atleast I think it's a dream
This is a fictional story based on someone I know dearly...
It was yesterday, 12:00 am, and I was just now getting sleepy, once finally asleep, it did not last long. At 2:12 am and my lungs were hurting badly, forcing me awake. The room started going cold, and I passed out... There was this glow... I opened my eyes, and I saw... Jesus...? He was wearing white robes with a purple sach. On his hands and feet still was the markers of his tragic death. He approached me and told me of what happened, apparently I was dying of a lung desiese... I met my great grandma and grandpa... Found some of my past pets... I was scared as he approached me again, this time saying "You shouldn't be here, but once again, I will reverse the sins you have made..." Then I passed out again, feeling like an endless drop as I returned to my normal body. I woke up in a hospital, surrounded by my loved ones as I opened my eyes... "You have been in a dead for 3 hours, 6 more and you would have been buried..."