Jesus's Cross

Howdy all. Forever more. I wake with a cross, from a gravestone. Coughing, yelping, only a dream. It seems so real. I can't breath, ecstatic. Professional window movement, I can't back down. I breath fresh air, like an animal, I am a humanoid intelligentsia. Breath heavily, healthy like boxer in his prime. Jesus is so real, his black-golden cross in my body. Avoiding blasphemy by the voices in my head. However, I succeed, the voices continue. Like Jinn, from Islam. God protect me. Yelping like a dream