This Ain't No Bull

I had a dream once, I was in this building full of rooms and people, then all of the sudden I hear folk screaming and running, and as I turn around, here is this red bull charging through everyone. I take off running for my life when I realized he had his sights set on me only. I ran into one of the rooms trying to hide behind crates and stuff the rooms were filled with, but the bull knew exactly where I was, as he horned the goods tossing them about until he was in range of me by two or three feet, and as we locked eyes, all the sudden he turned into a black bull, and I took the pause as an opportunity to pass by him and try to hide again.    
I ran room to room, as I hear new rounds of screaming from the people who were just trying to get out of the way, but once again, he found me, and just as he lowers his horns, snorting and dead set on plowing me, a pause happens for the second time, and he turns into a white bull.    
Again, taking advantage of the moment, I ran by him, trying to find an exit. Screams cascading, heading my way, I had no choice but to enter another room looking for safety, and as I scan the room trying to find a good spot to hide, I see my close friend in the window, reaching out a hand to help me escape, he pulled and pulled on me, however, the white bull already had me in his sights, as he lowered his massive head and horns towards the ground, pawing and snorting, preparing himself for the take down, I let go of my friends hand, and also readied myself for the incoming hurt. The bull charged full force, then reared up, fully intending to use the weight of his advantage over me, as he came down on my body to gore me, all I could do was put my hands criss cross style in front of my face to try to shield myself somehow from the incoming damage. In that moment, I closed my eyes and gave into death, and just as I settled this realization in my heart, all went quiet, my hands closed, and I could instantly feel this pulsating thud within the palms of my hands, mixed with the softest hair, like grasping clouds. The hurt never came, and as I slowly opened my eyes, towering above me was this snow white sheep in the form of a man, he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen, and as I looked at what my hands were holding, it was white wool, and where my hands had grasped, I could see within the parting of the wool, blood vessels, and with every heartbeat of this man, it was like the blood running through his being was pulsating with the deepest and most sincere love, and I could feel me being loved by him, with no expectations, forgiveness, mercy.  
His heartbeat I not only seen and heard, but I felt it the depths of my soul.    
I don't understand much in this life, but I've never forgotten the feeling of being loved in that dream.    
I'm a Christian, however, I won't say this was Jesus, but I do think I got a glimpse of his love for humanity through this dream.