When I saw Jesus

It was sometime around October of 2008 when I had the most unusual dream -- seeing Jesus and the once in a lifetime chance to talk to him. Here's what happened:

It started one lazy saturday afternoon when I was at home doing nothing. My cousin called me up and invited me for a road trip. It was around 6 in the evening when we dropped by an unknown village. My cousin had a 2-storey house in the village so we decided to spend the night there . After a few minutes of trivial conversation, the air suddenly became uncomfortable and people were speaking languages I couldn't understand so I went upstairs and decided to be alone in the verandah. While I was clearing my head, the house suddenly collapsed without warning. Luckily, no one was hurt. And so while all the family members were busy looking for their stuff and figuring out what really happened, I started running away from the house. It was 8pm and I could barely see the road. It was too dark. The village had no street lamps to illuminate the road and everyone was dependent on the moon's light. I was sweating, hardly catching my breath. After running a few kilometers, I saw a lounge and decided to stay for the night. So I made a reservation at the front desk and went upstairs to see the room. And just when i was about to open the door, memories of the past came flashing back. The only vivid thing I remembered was that I cried after recalling the death of my grampa. For the most part, I felt so weak and down. So I prayed out of nowhere.

In my prayers, I told Him everything and asked for guidance. A flashing light suddenly blinded my vision. When the light was gradually fading, I saw a wooden door with an arrow pointing east and a carving that says "ENTER HERE AND GO TO HELL". Another glaring light appeared, another door with an arrow pointing west, "CHOOSE THIS DOOR AND GO TO HEAVEN". I was panicky and confused at the same time so I asked Him, "You have been my Northern Star and guided me every step of the way, so If u were to choose, which path should I take?" the carving that pointed east had emitted the most light.

I deeply sighed thinking that He was right with His decision. "If that's your decision, then I think I've got no choice", I said.

So I went in, the room burning with red flames. And I saw a figure of a man. It was Jesus. I saw Him with a blanket and two fried chicken drumsticks. He handed me the blanket and told me to spread it over the entire room. So I obeyed and the fire went out. The room went cold.

He pointed his hand to the two drumsticks and said, "Give those two chicken legs to a hungry child". Knowing that He was Jesus, the savior, I followed and never hesitated. Outside the room was a 4-year old child who was begging for food so I gave the drumsticks. I could see from his eyes how happy he was. He gave away the sweetest smile and suddenly disappeared. I went back to the room and Jesus then told me about heaven and everything that I needed to know. He assured that it's really not impossible to have a place there. Distracted, I woke up.

After that dream, I shed a tear, not knowing why. All I felt was a different kind of fear, a joyful fear as I recalled. Now, the question still remains untouched, unseen. Why did I have that dream? Is there something I should do with my life, something I've long been searching for that I'm not aware of?

That was the first and the only time I saw Jesus... in my dreams.