I was looking through my old journals and found this dream I had written down from 2005 that I had completely forgotten about:
Our stake was doing an activity based on the Plan of Salvation, and I was part of it, as a member of the angelic choir that sat in rows of fold-down chairs in front of and facing the stage. The beginning of the activity featured three different movies depicting the plan of salvation, but to drive the point home even further, a live pageant was to be performed for the audience.
At the dress rehearsal (the only rehearsal the choir ever had with the rest of the cast), I sang our best the pieces written for the heavenly choir and watched the pageant actors with interest. The story of Adam and Eve was told first, starting with the Garden of Eden and ending with their partaking of the fruit. When we got to the scenes after that, the ones featuring Satan and Christ, the director said we’d be skipping those scenes in the dress rehearsal. A feeling came over me that those scenes with be very important to me, but I shrugged it off.
The evening of the activity went well. The movies were mildly interesting, if a little repetitive. The pageant itself went smoothly, and before I realized it, we were up to Satan’s first scene after the Fall of Adam.
As the actor playing Satan delivered his monologue, the choir sang a wordless tune in a minor key, softly at first but then rising into a crescendo as Satan reached the climax of his speech, ranting and raving like a madman. My angelic song turned into shrieks of horror as Satan lunged at me and grabbed me. I was not expecting this. With me in his icy-cold clutches, he flew through the air toward the back of the room with the help of stunt ropes. As he threw me into the pit of hell behind the audience, reality seemed to fade away. Darkness seemed to engulf me, and the snake-like Satan laughed and laughed as my misery grew apparent. I started to weep and wail uncontrollably, feeling like I was doomed to spend eternity in the misery of hell.
Just when I was about to give up hope, a light started shining through the impenetrable dark, and I saw Christ flying toward me. He took me in his arms and flew me far, far away from the pit of hell, toward a world of light filled with angelic singing. I continued to cry, but they were tears of joy as well as sorrow, because I knew that while I had been weeping in hell, He had been atoning for my sins and dying for me so that He could come rescue me. Finally, we reached our destination, and as He let me go, I collapsed into a heap at his feet. All I could think of was that He had delivered ME, personally, from Satan’s grasp. I stayed there, on my knees, for what seemed like forever, but eventually reality returned, and I realized that the pageant was over. As I got up from my knees, I understood the feeling I had had during the dress rehearsal: those scenes left me with the deep impression that Christ knows ME personally and loves me so much that He bore my sins and died for me so that He could save me from death and hell. It was a feeling that I never wanted to forget.