There were three tornados on the horizon barreling toward the large picture window were I stood, with Adrien.  The three converged into one and became large enough to take the entire house.  He grabbed me and pulled me into the basement.  I tried to run up the stairs to rescue the children and Marty.  He pulled me back “you can’t!” he shouted.  The storm was already on top of us.  We huddled under the stairs.  I screamed with terror as the debris flew around.  He enveloped me and only the wind touched us.  All was being destroyed about us, but we remained completely safe.  When the storm was over the house was still and standing... standing just as it was before.  Marty and the girls were unharmed.  They were completely unaware of what had happened.  Adrien said “you are OK now”.   Love welled up in me for him.  He had saved my life.   “OH No, this is not good I am married, I love my husband.”  He said, “that’s not what this is,”  “that is not what I am here for”.   And it was clear to me then, that he was like my brother, my big brother.  I was so relieved.  

This was the dream I had following a prayer for a new image of jesus.  I have had a really hard time with the christianity of the day.  I DO NOT, feel comfortable with organized traditional christianity or any other religion for that matter.  It gives me a lump in my throat and a desire to run away, makes me feel like a hostage.  I did at one point in my life have an interest in religious studies of all the great teachers.  I found that I was very comfortable with the idea of christ as the energy of love and forgiveness.  Recently I found myself longing for this again.  I have never related to the blond hair, blue eyed, slaughtered, or lambs and children in lap image of jesus.  He was a Jew, not a gentile.  So for now I am going with the image above... something like a sexy, sweet, jewish, Adrien Brody type jesus.  I am casting him in the role.  And I am certain he will win another oscar for it.