“Jesus” Dream, Journal Entry July 12, 2017

Last Updated on June 25, 2022 by Jason Harris

I just woke up from a very interesting dream.  We are at the lake house in Deep Creek for a family reunion.  Dreamed [our Bishop] told us “Jesus” was going to be moving into our ward. We asked for clarification and he said, no seriously, “Jesus.”  Sure enough, the next week he moved in. He was very kind and gentle and had a reddish beard and hair. The following week the beard was shaved, but the hair remained. Over time, I wanted to confirm more for myself that this was indeed Jesus. I was told that somebody had gone up to him to “test” him and had begun spontaneously speaking fluent Arabic to him, and he spoke it back. I considered doing the same with Tagalog, but thought it might be too awkward and obtrusive. Also, he had never actually said his name was Jesus that I could tell from the dream.

So I went up to him in a non-church setting. May have been a hospital or police station because I think he was giving a UA [Urinalysis]… I asked him straight up, “What’s your name?” He tries to play it off but wouldn’t tell me. I then asked him again, “What’s your name?” Up to this point, I had been fairly convinced he was Jesus. He then looked at me with an alarmed expression on his face and said, “I don’t remember.” I said, “There is no way!” (Being a physician, I knew it is practically impossible to forget one’s own name and when one does, it is usually psychogenic). He then got an even more alarmed look on his face and began to run out of the building. I tried to hold him there but could not. He escaped my grasp.

I then was working with the people at the station to find out exactly who he was. He had given a UA for other reasons so we had DNA. About 1/2 hour into the process of trying to figure this out, we received a phone call in the station. I looked down and the caller-ID showed my number and name. The attendant/policewoman picked up and answered, said, “It’s for you.” I answered it and [my son] was on the other end with a very scared voice. “You know that man that you were trying to find out if he is Jesus? Well he is here right now and wants to talk to you.” At that moment I knew he was holding my family hostage and I woke up…

Jason Harris lived as an orthodox Mormon for forty years. He writes about his experiences leaving the Mormon Church and reconstructing a new World-View.
He believes all religions and scripture are man-made, potentially helpful and harmful. He believes there is Divinity in all of them and everywhere.