Facing the fear of God

I had a dream once where like most dreams, you can't convey the same experience of what was felt, you had to have felt it with me. In the dream, I was lying in my bed sleeping as I was literally but my bed was suspended in space while the earth rapidly fell beneath me. I could still feel the earth's movement, it's shaking and quaking as it descended into oblivion. While that happened I saw God's face and it terrified me with a strange fear. Not the kind you feel with a phobia, like when I encounter a spider and am frozen in fear because I irrationally believe my life is in danger. This fear I had felt when I saw God, or what I believe was God, was closer to guilt. As if those parts of my life, things about me that I want to forget, things I wish I had never done or said, my embarrassing moments, as if all those things were exposed at once. Every memory I etched out of my mind was revived. That was the kind of fear I felt. God was watching me and I had nothing to give him, nothing to be proud of.