Eaves dropping on Apostles

The other day I recalled a dream from a few weeks ago.

I was cross-country skiing up to a yurt in the Uintahs. I went there over a year ago, so I recognized the place. When we arrived at the yurt, it was beautiful spring weather and the snow was gone.
I sat at the picnic table with some friends and I grumbled inwardly, well mostly inwardly, at the other people coming up the trail and disturbing the beautiful, peaceful, mountain scene.
My gaze spanned across the lake that took center stage of view from the yurt. The light blue reflected from the water's surface and contrasted majestically with the deep green of the pines that blanketed the mountains surrounding the valley.
As I acknowledged the beauty that I beheld, my consciousness/entity moved forward til it was at the center of the lake. The Trees that I gazed upon then transformed til I was looking up at the twelve Apostles.
It was as if the lake had become their table and they were all seated around it. I felt as if I were eavesdropping through some magic. My body was now swimming in the lake, treading water as I looked up at these giant figures.
They were discussing which Apostle would be assigned to which area of the world. When it came to Henry B. Eyring, he was pleased to accept an area that had a certain school in it because of his attachment to that school.
After he accepted the assignment to speak there, I had to turn my body in the water while treading water so I could look at the person next in the circle. I was both stunned and not surprised at all to see that Jesus Christ, the Savior, was sitting with them in the meeting. I wish I could describe Him to you, but even though He was completely recognizable for who He is, I am unable to remember what He looked like.