Waking Up Christ

I had a very powerful dream last night.  Robert Deniro was in it.  He was like a perverted curmudgeon.  There was unwanted touch.  The reason it was unwanted was because he was verbalizing how much he hated me and said other demeaning things.  I think my father, and other family members have his ear, but more recently my ex Jeff.  In the dream, Jeff had an ICP duo, one with a black leather jacket with a black clown face on it, attack me sexually to shut me down, terrify me, and to demean.  My cell phone had not rung for weeks in this dream, and Jeff called and then my phone and Robert Deniro's phone rang.  Jeff explained that people in Hollywood had been getting my calls for about a year and a half.  (Well The Hell's Angels, through Son's of Anarchy, will answer that call today.  Have fun, Jeff.  You have no unity at all.)  He thought that my pariahdom was absolutely hilarious.  By the end of this dream I was floating through the air and looking into green plastic tethers and I could see Jeff's form.  I then screamed at him, "Why can't you just face me, Jeff?  Are you so afraid of me that you can't just face me?  Be a real man and show yourself to me.  I will not be afraid of you.  You scare and torture me all the time.  This jugalo knows that it is all absurd.  I know that jugalo means that you killed me more than just a little bit.  What part of Resurrection do you not understand?  We made you an unrecognizable Christ who died by crucifixion for a reason.  WAKE UP!!!"