When I was a child, maybe 8 or 9, I had a dream about Jesus.
All that I remember about the dream is that I was walking along some train/subway station, which was weird since I had never actually been in such a place before. As I was passing a stairwell, I saw someone coming down the stairs…and it was Jesus. Having in my hand a nickel ($.05), I threw it at Jesus and ran away from him.
For the past 20 years I have always come back to this dream. It seems to characterize so much about me, though I don’t know what it means or why I had it.