Actually it was the night before last, and it was about me - but I'm sure you'll find yourself in it.
I can't tell you where I stood, I couldn't see a floor or walls or a ceiling. I don't think I was outside. It was as if I stood there in a huge vacuum of some sort. Everything was a light green color.
To my left stood a man in a tweed style suit, wearing glasses and holding a large yellow legal pad in his left hand. With his right hand he wrote. He wrote so much he filled the pad with his writing. I somehow became aware of what he was writing, though I don't recall seeing the words with my own eyes.
He wrote everything bad I've ever done, big and little, insignificant and devasting. My eyes widened, my heart raced and I began to tremble.
Why is he doing this? I became very much afraid.
As if outside of my dream I recalled the Bible calling Satan the accuser of the brethren. That he runs before the Father and tattle-tales on us all. "Look at what Helen's done now! She's really messed up this time...."
Standing there too afraid to move, I stared at the man with his pad. All of a sudden an audible splat startled me. The pad was completely red. I looked up and saw the cross of Jesus high above us, facing us. From his left hand dripped the drop of blood that covered my sins - blotting them out, forever.
(Revelation 12:10 - And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night.)