Drowning in a river called time

It was too overwhelming for me and as I shook my head, I was lifted up by my feet and slammed to the ground. Pinned to the floor by a creature that again I could not describe, he held a bible above my head and began ripping the pages out. He began stuffing pages down my throat with such force that the floors and the walls shook. The Book of Romans he shoved down my throat, after smashing the gospel of John into my stomach. The pounding, the forcing went on until every book of the bible was rammed into my body. Then there came silence again as I could for the first time see the cross, the beautiful cross of Jesus. I again closed my eyes and prayed not to be taken from this hell but that he would forgive me for all that I had done. The beast now became a swan and stepped back as the bodies of those who were encased in glass came crashing down on me. One by one each one slamming into me with a force that seemed to kill me every time. Each body I saw, I mourned and felt for. I was moved in my soul to pray with every broken body thrown upon me.  As I closed my eyes the bodies began to fall on me in rhythms. A third time I could see the little boy standing in the distance but I could not make out his face.1 body then 5, then 20, then 100, then thousands came crashing on me which to me seemed like years and years until finally the bodies tapered off to a slow rhythm. It slowed to a rhythm that now became consistent. 1…2….3….4…….the thumping became harder as my breathing was suffering greatly. I gasped and then fell back again into this unbearable feeling. I felt as if my chest was about to collapse as the pressure of the bodies that pressed on me moved in slower rhythms. “1-2, 1-2,” The pounding on my chest increased and again I cried out. I remember shooting straight up in the air startling everyone in the room. As my eyes opened I found it difficult to focus. I heard the sounds of rapid movement around me but I could not distinguish what was going on. Though I tried, I could not see clearly, feeling as if things were in slow motion. The room seemed to move backwards and right side up at the same time. Struggling to keep my sanity I screamed as visions of what I had seen in my dream darted in and out of my brain. If there was a hell I felt like I had just come from it. Even though the feeling of bodies crashing on me had left, I still felt petrified by what had occurred. I wanted to break free and run. Run somewhere, anywhere and never stop running.