In this dream, I found myself standing in front of the door to a large house. I stepped through the door, and knew I was inside Charlie Sheen’s home. I walked through the house looking for him. As I did, I noticed something strange: all of the photographs of his family members had been turned around so that I only saw the backs of the frames. In the dream, I knew he was dead.
I left the house and got into a black hearse and began driving. I realized I could no longer see. There was a man sitting in the back who reached for me and pulled me over to him. I sat on his lap but I was frightened and I began fighting him, I fought him hard, but he tried to calm me down by soothing me; he revealed Himself to me: It was Jesus.
I was so surprised, I said, “Jesus?!?” Then I began pleading with Him, “Jesus, I’m so scared, don’t throw me away, please hold me, hold me!”
He smoothed my hair and whispered to me; He calmed me down and I rested in His lap. The dream ended.
Job 1:19-21 And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee. Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped, And said, Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither:
the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.
P.S. Does this dream predict the death of Charlie Sheen? No, it does not, because he is already dead. If the reader finds this blog to be strange, then you’re not putting the peices of the puzzle together to what is really happening in the world.