I was walking on a sheltered alley with a bunch of caucasian punksters and one of them decided to light my jacket on fire as a prank. I tried fanning out the same flame with my hands and also rubbing my back against a statue but it didn't work. The flame grew bigger and I tried asking people to remove my jacket for me because somehow I couldn't do that. In the end, I rolled on the floor to try and extinguish the fire. The next thing I remembered is waking up in the dream with a priest/pastor standing beside me. He told me that while I was lying on the floor, he saw Jesus and Jesus told him that He's bringing me back and he didn't understand what Jesus meant.
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