I was standing in our church thrift store in my dream and we heard an airplane overhead. It seemed like we were in a landing zone and this was a routine thing that would happen. We braced ourselves and it kept getting louder and louder and the wind was blowing straight at us. One guy shouted, "Get Down! This one is different!" The walls collapsed and the next thing I knew I was being pushed across the ground and all I could see was dust and airplane parts. I knew I was going to die and I started saying, "Jesus, Jesus, I love you Jesus!" because I wanted that to be the first thing He heard when I saw Him.
Thoughts?