This is sort of hard to explain, because it was a very long dream. But here is the short version.
All my family was at my grandparents house, we were having a sort of party. One of my cousins and I went out to the car to get some soda pop, and the weather was getting very strange and moving fast. When we looked up into the sky, we saw the face of Jesus, so we ran in to tell everyone. When we came back out, the mother Mary and the Father were standing with Jesus, and you could see all of them instead of just their face like before. Then all sorts of strange things began to happen, like earthquakes, storms, floods, etc.
We all ended up staying where we were, not unusual as this is sort of the agreed-on place for my extended family to meet if anything like this ever happened. We have food storage, well water, stuff like that there.
Weeks later, some of my family left to go check out things like news, other people, etc. They were gone a long time, and while they were, all of these soldiers were running off to fight this war in the east. They were all armed old-fashioned, with swords and armor, etc. I wanted to go fight in the war, like some sort of impulse or compulsion to go there, but I shook it off because I needed to protect my family that hadn't left.
After that, this sort of minotaur came after us. But he was only man-sized and had goat-horns. Everyone tried to run from him, but I told them not to, because it would only make him more powerful. I had a sword, but I knew that fighting him would only make him more powerful as well, that only faith could defeat him. So I dropped my sword and let him try to kill me, but I knew he could not and when he tried, he was destroyed instead.
Well, that is the short version.
