I had a dream in the wee hours of this morning (September 17, 2009). When I awoke—the time was 2:45 a.m.
I dreamed that God (or Jesus) and I were standing side by side looking down from a mountain at a huge picture of all of the people in the world. He told me that He took me up on this mountain so that I could see what He saw. The thing is that I could only see the picture as pixilated. And every individual pixel was partially fragmented in some way. One pixel would be shattered at the top, one on one side, one on the other side, some with a middle burst of fragmentation, some fragmented sporadically, but most had some solid, whole aspect to the pixel. Only a very few of the pixels were totally shattered. The fragmented parts of each pixel seemed weak, wavering; the greater the fragmentation, the more the fragmented parts appeared to be causing the pixel to be about to fall out of the picture.