The Dream Life of Jesus

By REV. DR. RICHARD E. KUYKENDALL

The Dream Life of Jesus is a fictional account of Jesuss dream life, created and adapted from the extensive dream journals of the author. It attempts to imagine what Jesus would have recorded in his dream journals had he kept them. The early life of Jesus was guided by the dreams of his earthly father, Joseph, as recorded in the first two chapters of the Gospel of Matthew. The Jewish Talmud says, A dream not interpreted is like a letter unopened from God. Sigmund Freud said that dreams are the royal road to the Unconscious. And Jeremy Taylor says that all dreams come in the service of health and wholeness. It is the intention of the author to inspire those who read this to start paying attention to their dreams.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Jul 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781466996649

REV. DR. RICHARD E. KUYKENDALL

The Rev. Dr. Richard E. Kuykendall holds a bachelor of arts degree, a master of divinity degree, and a doctor of ministry degree. He has been a minister for more than thirty years, serving in a number of locations in California. At the last three churches he served, he began a program called Spiritwind—a study group of spiritual adventurers—where he led those who attended into “the exotic realms of the Spirit.” After his retirement, he continued his Spiritwind program at Unity of Auburn, California. Kuykendall has been doing dream workshops for over twenty years and has studied with Jeremy Taylor, author of The Wisdom of Your Dreams, in his doctoral studies. Kuykendall is also the author of Prophetess of the Earth, Even Witches Have Names, and A Diswhaser’s Diary.

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Dreams

Concluding Unscientific Postscript

This is dedicated to

Ava Reich my beautiful dreamer.

INTRODUCTION

T his is the dream life of Jesus in his twenties. There are some seemingly anachronisms—his father though now dead is alive in his dreams, and though not being in a romantic relationship he has many dreams of himself with women.

DREAMS

L ast night I dreamed I was in a theater. The curtains were closed and I was working with a priest on the set—which was not really a set but the Most Holy Place of the temple in Jerusalem. There were differences however between the set and the Most Holy place. One was the fact that there were two sphinx’ on each side of the Ark of the Covenant which were about the size of large kneeling lions.

Another difference was the sensual nature of the place.

The floor was covered in silks and beautiful carpets and the walls in lush curtains of velvet—all in different dark but rich colors. These pleased the eyes and one’s sense of touch. Also, besides the smell of incense—the floor was strewn with rose petals—thus pleasing to the sense of smell. I commented to the priest of how sensual this place was.

Next I climbed up a side wall and over a curtain to go light the candles which lit the area where the audience would sit. I climbed along the wall which was now covered with a chain-like fence. When I got to the candles however, I accidentally stepped on one of two paintings a young woman was hanging on the wall, and thus I tore them along the edges. The young woman was very hurt and as I climbed down to apologize I saw that there was a large dog—almost dead, lying on the floor. Upon trying to determine what was wrong with the dog, I found that a needle was inserted into its jugular vein, with the opposite end open and its blood was thus coming out in a steady stream—without a pulse. This reminded me of a time when I saw priests performing an exorcism on a girl who was possessed—they had poked her with a needle to see her bleed.

Others working in the theater came to see what had happened but when I looked at the dog with the others, the dog became a young man—who all assumed was dead. But as they began to wheel him away, lying back down on a stretcher, he lifted his head, raised up on one elbow and extended his other hand as if pleading, and mouthed words to the effect that he was not dead!—in a cry without sound.

There upon the young woman ran to him crying and embraced him. I then awoke.

Last night I dreamed that I flew by my spirit bird to Alexandria—bringing others with me. When we came to Alexandria we walked to the great library that is in that city and saw a rabbi whom I had know as a child. He recognized me and was surprised to see me. I told him how we had come. He could not believe it. I pointed out that we had no bags with us. He still did not believe.

We left however, the same day—the rabbi led us to a hill where we were to leave from. I told him, and felt deeply that I would miss him. Then he saw us fly away on my spirit bird. The dream felt very real…

Last night I dreamed that I was married, and that my wife had had a baby—a son. We were staying in an unfamiliar house which seemed to belong to one of my sisters. I went in to where the baby was and because he was crying, I picked him up. He stopped crying—and as I held him before me in my two hands, we looked at each other in the eyes and I felt we were one and yet I could see that he was not my child. His eyes were like that of a child from the far east. Then I realized that my wife had given birth to a messiah. He was not mine by blood but he had been entrusted to me and we were bound by a closer bond.

When I looked on the top of his head, I saw the words from the scriptures concerning the messiah printed with certain words underlined in red in such a fashion that the first letters of each word formed an acrostic which spelled, BEAUTIFUL. There were also certain points marked with white tacks indicating where the skull bones came together…

Last night I dreamed that I was riding on a donkey. As I rode we came upon a small pond. I got off of the donkey and looked into the water, and when I did I saw that I had a third eye in the center of my forehead. I was concerned about how I would explain this to others…

Last night I dreamed that I was walking down a street where a funeral was being held for me—my family was there as well as some of the Sadducees. I lay down on a table knowing that I was dying—yet trying to remain conscious. Suddenly I saw a flash of light. I asked those who were there if they had seen the light—none had. They looked at me as if I was surely dying. I left, determined not to die.

As I walked through the city I saw my aunt—she was concerned that I no longer believed in God. As we sat on a bench I told her that I did believe in God. I said, after all, I am an itinerant rabbi.

I then went to an inn. I was still feeling like I was dying. I asked the woman who worked there if she would come and look after me if I got sicker—she wouldn’t.

I vomited in my room—I was getting sicker. I overheard the woman say to another that I was dying of a digestive disorder and that soon they would find me on the ground in my own waste. I determined that they would not find me thus. I determined to remain clean—a dog was licking up my vomit. I woke up.

When I went back to sleep I dreamed there was a black cat sitting on my bed. The rest of the night I woke up every hour—dreaming that if I fell asleep I would never wake up…

A nightmare… Last night I dreamed that I was in a certain building where children were being sacrificed in a basement room.

In a room on the main floor a number of children were gathered—about twenty between the ages of eight and twelve. There was a young man and woman who were preparing the children for the sacrifice through their instruction. The children were all anxious to go.

My part was to take them from the preparation room down to the sacrificial room. There I would turn a knob which would cause scalding water to pour down on the child. Then I would go up to get another child.

When I went up again there were a number of children who wanted to be next. I told the first two who had spoken up that they would have to pick a number between one and ten—the closest one would go. In actuality I felt sick about the whole process and did not want to take any of them. The number I had chosen was seven. One of the two chose six and so she was the next child to be sacrificed.

The next thing that I remember is that the place had been discovered and the authorities were going to take it over. All seemed to be in a state of panic. I tried to help the children escape but the place was now in a shambles and it was very difficult to get out. I tried to help a few escape by walking on the roof but its rafters were coming apart.

The authorities spotted us as we were trying to escape but then I awoke.

I dreamt that I was with a demonic being in a demonic place of worship. I had created an image on what looked like a target in an archery range. It was close to me and the demon made it evil.

I began talking with the demon—emphasizing that I understood that reality was made up of polarities—good and evil,