This morning I had a dream...VERY intense.

I was on a bus trip, with my mom, I don't know where we were going but we were with a large group of Christians. The driver was telling about a legend. Bandits would attack whole groups of people on the road and kill them with box cutters. I wasn't sure if i believed it and tried to ignore it, as not to be fearful and concentrated on the scenery. I think a few hours passed because it had been a while since the story and we came to a new area. Lots of acres of land, and a weigh station/warehouse type of building was up ahead. The driver said we had to stop here. When we did, we were not greeted kindly.
We had to exit the bus and were mad to get on the back of a large truck. There were several people, of different nationalities, African, Japanese, Mexican, ...not that that matters but, for some reason I distinctively remember a couple of people. The African man had a blade in his hand, a box cutter. It was a huge, very sharp looking blade, and as I looked out at their crowd I could see other people had blades too. Some jagged and awkward looking but all very sharp and ready to attack. Of course by now I knew what was up, the stories were true and they were going to kill us. I tried to stall our death and asked what they wanted, the man in front just stared angrily at me. I kept asking, "What is it you want, what do you want or need from us?" He pointed to my leg with his blade. "I want to cut you and make you suffer and bleed!" He meant it. He motioned that he'd cut me down the leg. I could see the pleasure and hate in his eyes. For a moment, I imagined it, how it would look, feel, the pain, the shock, the blood. I wouldn't have that, for any of us. Some how I was able to talk and stall enough to ask to see who was in charge of them.
A woman came out, Caucasian, older, around her 50's but looked older than she should, greying hair, I could see hate and bitterness in her jaw set but confidence in her eyes. She seemed out of place. Didn't seem like a "ruler" or a person in charge of it all. I asked her why she was doing this. She didn't want to answer, of course. Somehow I convinced her to give us enough time to explain her story. She gathered us all in an auditorium, which was odd because it didn't seem this small warehouse type of building could house such a room. I don't quite remember all of her story, probably because she only told bits and pieces of it. Her son was brutally murdered by his wife, who was pregnant at the time, she was a Christian. She killed her daughter-in-law in revenge and vowed to make all Christians pay. She was convinced that we were all liars and horrible people.
I kept asking her questions and then others joined in. I don't remember these questions specifically but they began to be come convicting. So much to the point that this woman started to look scared, but instead of fighting back in anger something broke inside of her. She had a large blade in her hand. She screamed and stabbed herself. She cried out saying that she was awful for all the things she had done and deserved death more than we did and basically allowed us to go. Her followers were in shock and a bit hesitant to let us leave. Then something amazing happened. People from our group started going up to her. She was clearly keeled over in pain and in fear. People came up to her and touched her face, wiped her tears, wiped the blood away and told her that they forgave her. She still was shocked, and so was I for a few minutes before joining them. I touched her face and looked in her eyes, there was so much pain there. I looked past her, behind her was a field and I could tell this was where they buried the bodies, thousands of them. She'd been responsible for killing thousands of people, blaming Christians for what happened and we were forgiving her. I smiled at her. She was healed, somehow, our mercy healed her. Perhaps the grace that God was having us bestow upon her was enough to save her.
It was overwhelming and amazing all at once. Soon her followers and all of us were gathered together, Praising God and joining together in music. A group of Japanese guys grabbed instruments and started to sing. It was like a huge Praise Party. I was like...0_0...almost too overwhelmed. I walked along a long hallway in my own sense of shock at the events that just happened. I felt God there, I truly felt Him and it was so overwhelming. I realized my mom was not with me and I went to look for her but couldn't find her.

Side note: As much as I like my time alone and want to get away, I feel like I have abandonment issues in my dreams o.0

So I could not find my mom, which bothered me some. So I went down the hall and got on my knees. I started praying and then started laughing and crying because I realized that God answered my prayer, BIG TIME. I was praying to feel Him in a miraculous way, to see a miracle happen, and He delivered. That was is...the end of the dream. My dreams kind of fade out. They don't really just end, unless it's suddenly because I'm jolted awake. Which doesn't happen often. Not sure why I posted it here but I just felt like I needed to, to save it here, maybe share it with someone. It's just, I dream so intensely, so vividly that I swear I'm there and I never have a "Oh this is a dream" moment where I can wake myself up. Doesn't happen for me. I've said, "This has to me a dream" but then it keeps going on, and I'm like...wow, this isn't a dream (even though it is) and the situation continues. Speaking of dreams, I want to watch "Inception" again, that movie was awesome.