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The scene was somewhat post-apocalyptic; the world seemed a strange mix of the residual modern culture with the trappings of 1st century A.D. in the Middle East. There were bazaars, camels that pulled makeshift metal buggies, people walking around with knives and swords and such.
I lived on the outskirts of some very important city — one of the few cities left. Because of the extreme arid environment, everyone wore minimal clothing. Desert sand covered the streets and stretched out to completely cover the land away from the city. Toward the city, a large cluster of skyscrapers were visible, rising out of the sand as if they’d been planted once by seed.
A new kind of commercialized Christianity had become extremely popular among the city’s inhabitants, and this was mostly due to the fact that Jesus himself had come back to walk the streets. Although he was often seen there carrying a young girl on his shoulder, no one really talked to him. Instead, they took pictures and posted them in gossip magazines and newspapers (because the media was apparently the only major industry that survived the apocalypse). In other words, he became a huge celebrity figure, though he hardly ever commented to reporters on anything except through mysterious parable-like sayings here and there.
Anyway, like I said, I lived on the outskirts of this city with a group of other survivors. This group included a few friends from RUF, namely Zach and Reid, who had become very close friends after some incident surrounding our survival had landed them both in wheelchairs. Ashleigh wasn’t there.
The strangest thing about this dream was that even though the time period was obviously set after present day, none of us were older. To the contrary, we all seemed much younger than we are today. I’m not sure why my “lucid dream police” allowed this little contradiction to slide, but hopefully it’s a sign that I can let myself start dreaming creatively again. 
This group I lived with was made up of maybe ten or twelve people, all living in a rather large house we had claimed when we moved closer to the city (each year the sands on the edge of down would engulf more and more of the civilization, causing those inhabitants to move closer to the city). All of us were pretty good friends, and were also part of a slightly larger unspoken network of people connected with Jesus. I recall some sort of conflict rising toward the end of the dream, between us and the established government in the city, though I can’t remember what it was exactly. We were getting ready to move once more when the dream ended.
