Jesus Wants To Tell Me Something

Brianne, myself, Brianna Wilde, and my parents were all jam-packed in a big car. (Oxymoron? Yes, I like to confuse the hell out of you.) It's dusk and we're out in the middle of a deserted area with a big house standing in front of us. We all go to sleep in our own rooms, and I close my eyes. I wake up, and look out the no-curtained window and see a flashlight coming down the length of the house in the pitch dark. I'm scared and shut my eyes hard. It's Jesus. I see the light get brighter and brighter through my closed eyes until I'm aware that Jesus has the flashlight shining down over me through the window. I hear him walk on, open the front door, and walk into my room. I'm scared beyond reason. I hear him walk over and pick up a stack of photographs, and then rip them up and throw them on the floor.
Then Jesus leaves my room and walks out of the house.
After a while, I hear Brianne banging around in the living room outside my door. I go out, and tell her what just happened.
"No, that was me in your room."
"Then why did you tear up my pictures?"
"I never touched your pictures. I just walked in and saw you sleeping."
I run back to my room, and there are the torn pieces of my pictures on the floor.