A Vision of A Cross

I once had a vision that I did not understand.

I was in a huge dome like structure. The top was this really dark aqua color that faded to white as the color got closer the ground. The room's air was very cool, not cold but cool. The ground was covered in soft gray ashes and felt cool on the feet. In the very center of this dome was a wooden cross. The cross was burned but it still stood. The wood was now charcoal and looked as if it would fall apart if touched. But I knew it wouldn't. On the cross from the left to the right was a silver chain, bright and sparkling. At the point where it was connected to the cross it was one chain. As it went from one side to the other, the chain duplicated. At the center of the cross was where the chain was at it's most. There were five chains. As it continued to the other side where the chain connected to the cross again it slowly went back to one chain. On both sides where the chain connected to the cross, it was one chain. The parts where it hung was where the dividing and rejoining took place.