I dreamt I was being buried alive. Sand poured over me in a relentless tide, pinning my body beneath its weight. I tried to struggle or cry out, but that only made things worse. I could do nothing to help myself. The sand was up to my chest and I strained my neck upwards, trying to keep my head clear. But the sand continued to cascade over me, until at last only my hand was visible.
I thought that all was lost, but then felt someone take hold of my hand. I was pulled right out of the sandy pit and placed on solid ground. I tried to make out who the rescuer was.
A man shining with light stood before me. Looking into my eyes, he said, ‘I have paid the full price for you. Rest and follow Me.’