Need help interpreting! 3/20/20

My daughter, Liz dreamed that we were all at church this Sunday, but it didnt look like our own fairly new, but modest church; it was a bigger, more modern type of church with an escalator in the middle of a large foyer type area.

There were LOTS of people milling around and she worried, “There’s way more than 10 people in this room.... is Pastor R really gonna be able to separate us?” It seemed like some sort of glitch was occurring, causing people to be waiting around and milling about.

[the reference here is to our pastor’s plan to keep the church open tomoro despite the quarantine order, saying he would simply separate everybody into separate rooms if they exceed 10]

Someone yelled, “the police are here!” And she thought, “Great. I KNEW that would happen!”. As she came down the escalator, she saw two police officers. People were scurrying about and running to hide, but she made eye contact with the police as she was coming down the escalator, and their countenances were friendly. She sort of shrugged and made a face like, “well, here i am” and one of the policemen looked back at her with a good natured expression that seemed to say, “yep. Gotcha”. Both policemen looked Hispanic.

She approached them and said, “well i guess i should bring you to our pastor - does anybody know where Pastor R is?” She took them to the windows looking into the sanctuary from the foyer and somebody said, “Pastor R’s raising the dead in there!”. As she looked in, she saw skeletons on the floor at the front of the sanctuary where Pastor R was standing with a microphone. Skeletons were present with flesh visibly forming on them.

Suddenly she found herself in a cemetery sitting or laying on the green grass. Somebody said, “He dug up these graves.” Liz replied, “what!? Can he do that?!”. She saw mounds of dirt along with caskets lying about around the area. Then people appeared, walking toward her and saying things like, “hi; my name is —-(she didn’t remember names)”. She turned to me (her mom she thinks) and said, “Do we know these people?!”. She heard the answer (from me or somebody else), “Well, these people died a long time ago. Then she noticed gravestones with dates in the 1800s on them. She knew Pastor R was there also but isnt sure if she saw him at the cemetery or just knew he was there. Somebody explained he’d chosen certain kinds of corpses that were a certain color with some hope of being resurrected ... thats all she remembers.