He came to my front door wearing a robe and a crown of thorns while covered in wounds and blood as if he had came from being on the cross.
In the dream my first instinct was to try and do everything I could to tend to his wounds and help him, which lead to me running to fetch a white cloth/blanket and placing it over him. The blanket began to soak some of the blood and then I woke up.
I thought about this dream for a while and was glad I was able to see Jesus in my dream as I had prayed for.
This dream made me think about how the first thing id do in real life if a loved one had cut themself badly would be to take an item of clothing and apply pressure to their wound and call an ambulance. Something that’s been sort of ingrained in my mind since a first aid class.
I felt the same sort of urgency for Jesus. I know the whole blanket part sounds random, but it is a dream after all, it meant it with only the best intentions if that makes sense.