The Temple and the Lion

I have had a recurring dream and memory of said dream that has been running through my mind recently. It is pretty simple, but has had a profound impact on my relationship with God. The first time I had this dream I was in a particularly dark place in my life. Without going into that timeframe, this dream was very powerful. I was in a small rectangular column supported building that gave the distinct impression of a temple you would see in the ancient world. It was not contained from the elements. There were no walls, only beautiful white greek-like columns on all sides. In this temple there were 3 or 4 people near the front of the temple, and I got a distinct impression that one of them was God. They were talking very seriously, but I could not make out any words, but when you peered outside in between the collumns, it was as dark as a moonless night, but in the darkness, you caught a glimpse of a ferocious-looking lion baring its teeth. It's eyes were bloodshot with what looked like the summation of hatred and death carved in the irises. You knew that it would not hesitate to tear you to pieces. But it could not enter the temple. Something about that place prevented it from entering and devouring me. I knew that the Lord of this temple had total mastery over the lion, and looked again at it's face, and I didn't see hate, I didn't see death, I saw only fear, a terror that has consumed this creature and it could not harm me. All while this dream went on, I could hear this deep-pitched repetitive chant of another language going over and over and over again as the dream carried on, and I felt the most overwhelming sense of peace. It is a peace hard to describe because what I was seeing should have scared me so bad that I would wake up, but I felt no fear. That temple, with whoever was in it, was my refuge. In there, even the darkest and most terrifying forces in creation could not touch me. The reason I am telling this story is because I want to take refuge there again, if only in my mind. That temple is the refuge of my mind and spirit. I may not be there physically, but when I am scared I remembered the security and the comfort and the purging of my fear that occured to me in this dream, and I tell myself that one day, I will be there again, taking refuge and feeling the most intense trance of peace that anyone could feel, and I will look upon the face of that lion and not feel fear, but pity. It is the one that is afraid, and I have no reason to be.