Once when I was having a rough time at work, too much overtime, hardly any sleep for months, I "dreamed" that I was with a crowd of people when we heard that Jesus was coming. Everyone else bowed down to the ground, but I wanted to see what He looked like, so I remained standing. Apparently His power was overwhelming, because I seemed to pass out, and the next thing I knew I was waking up with my cheek lying against something warm. I suddenly realized it was someone's chest. I looked up into the face of Jesus. He had been standing there holding me, just letting me sleep. I felt such awe that I immediately bowed down like everybody else, and then He was gone.