The Second In A Seies of Dreams

One doesn't mean much these days. I suppose two doesn't either. Try this on for size.
(Have you listened to the Bootleg #8 series? Heart breaker"Stayed in Medford Oregon a day to long') WEll AAAAaaalright. Take II.
Dream Two
I am standing on the corner of North Avenue and Hwy 100 in Wauwatosa, the town I grew up in. My brother-in-law Jim is with me(as pedestrians) and we're waiting for the light to change. We just left Ray's liquor store that was now in the place of the pharmacy of my childhood physician that soon became a horse burger joint called "the strawberry patch" (Yes, strawberry patches occur frequently in my life) This guy in military attire approaches us and says "Hi I'm sargent Benson, John Benson, would you like to see where Jesus is buried?" Well yeahh buddy, lets go.

So he leads us to my parents house and brings us around to the spot outside of the window that I would hop out of to smoke pot. Jim and I end up digging. We're about "six feet under" when we hit something. We stop and freak. Scraping away some soil we come across a burlap sack. Freakier. As we step back the burlap sack starts to move. An arm protrudes out of the right side, and then the left. The living/dead Jesus falls back into my arms. Arms out stretched left in my feeble hands.

Again, what does it mean? You tell me.