Likewise also as it was in the days of Lot

Rapture Dreams and Thoughts by Jen

Normal Rapture dreams:

In all my dreams that I've had since I was a child, I am pulled from whatever I’m doing to physically walk to an open field.  I usually don’t remember what I’m doing before nor do I know where I am.  There is usually a barn nearby (which is weird because I only have had a barn in my life in the last 2 years).

There are many people walking with me – many family members and lots of other people that I somehow know I love, but have no idea who they are.  I just feel …… familial love – if that makes sense.

Usually there is someone – one of my kids or something – that is missing and I feel a panic like I need to go find them.

I never get to the part where I’m being lifted off the ground.  I just know it’s time to go and I know exactly what this is. 

I don’t remember specific sounds, but I do remember the scene vividly still. (I’ve had these dreams since I was a teenager at least if not earlier.)

The air is still – no wind. However, the sky is an eerie dark grey/blue color.  There are dark clouds swirling like the largest tornado in the sky that you’ve ever seen, but it’s swirling slowly and not violently.  But there is no wind.

Seems very simple.  I cannot convey in words the feeling that is present in these dreams. And it’s always there - every time I have the dream.  That is how I know with certainty that the rapture is real and it is a thing. The question is no longer ‘if?’ but becomes ‘when’?

I’ve studied the concept and the verbiage in the original Greek and Hebrew, and I understand the historical context as well as the literary concept and insinuations.  I have no idea the timing.  I’ve seen scripture that indicates a pre-tribulation rapture as well as a mid-tribulation rapture.  God is not 100% clear on this and I know that is by design.

The Bible speaks of a great deception that will take place and that there will be a veil over the eyes of those left behind.  I’ve witnessed this veil to some extent on other things right now.  How can someone not see that there is so much child torture, sacrifice, and depravity in the world?  How can people who claim to be Christians see the efforts to rebuild the third Jewish temple and think this is the joining together of God’s people – and not have it equate to the rapture and the end of everything as we know it?

This deception will even fool some people who think they are Christians. 

Many believe this will be an alien abduction.  I’ve done a ton of research into this and I kind of feel that is the only thing that makes sense. There is no man on Earth who can bring together all the people, races, and religions of this world for one cause and one belief and one mind to follow the Antichrist.  The only logical explanation is that it’s not a man on Earth.

I’ve also researched and still am – Ancient Hebrew. The Hebrew word for basically space outside of our atmosphere is Hashamayim.  The Hebrew word for water (ocean, sea, lake, etc) is mayim. The translation of space as the ‘waters above’ is obvious when you know that.

In the Book of Revelation, it speaks of the beast rising out of the ‘sea’.  John, in his writing of the book of Revelation, knew that his followers would reference the Old Testament in the original Septuagint or the original Hebrew, to translate anything they would deem a mystery. You can see how there could be a connection that the Revelation Beast (The Antichrist) could either come up out of the water, or from outer space.

It's no mystery that many people now believe there are aliens living in Antarctica or even at the North Pole beneath the water.  You can dive into that rabbit hole on your own. 😉  But it all ties together.

So, the thought here is that the Antichrist will be some form of alien race that brings all of ‘humanity’ together.

When you look at things that are going on in the scientific world (3i Atlas and the future coming Apophis comet set to come coincidentally 3.5 years after Atlas and Apophis is named after a god of death and destruction), you can’t help but see how this could all play out.  Even highly respected Harvard intelligent minds are speculating that Atlas is a spacecraft.

In 2016, I was sitting at my desk at work.  The entire building was empty.  It was a ‘family Friday’. This business allowed all employees to adjust their schedule to take half a day or all of Friday off every week in Summer to spend with their families. I wasn’t the lone contractor, but I had a Supervisor who insisted I be punctually on time every day and not leave even a minute before my shift ended.  He frequently called my desk phone 2 minutes before the end of my shift to ‘check if I was doing ok’. I never missed any of those calls.

I also kept a CD hanging in my cubicle in just the right location to serve as a mirror so that I could see anyone attempting to quietly come up behind me in the hall. That same Supervisor had a penchant for doing just this.  He was quite a large man with many health issues, but he would have made a stellar rogue with his sneak attacks.

That Friday, I knew the building was empty and I was all alone.  I was working on my computer and intensely focused on my task which was tedious and required firm attention to detail. Because of my Supervisor, I had acquired the skill to allow me to focus on the task at hand while monitoring that mirrored surface in the periphery of my vision.

Suddenly, I felt some’one’ firmly grasp both my shoulders and yelled into my right ear “Wake Up!” I wasn’t sleeping.  I turned around quickly knowing that I had not caught a glimpse of anyone walking up behind me. I reacted so quickly there was no chance that I wouldn’t have been able to catch even a flint of clothing of someone running away. I immediately stood up and ran the 2 feet into the hallway and still – nobody was there.  There was definitely no one fast enough to make it to either end of the hallway in that amount of time. The cubicle walls were also small enough, that I would have been able to see any normal size adult over the tops of the structures…if anyone had truly been there and done that.

I could still feel the grasp on my shoulders, like the ghost of a touch. My ear still rang with the loudness of the voice.

As I went into my chair, I knew what had just happened to me. Some angel just gave me a very clear message. I also knew what that angel meant. He didn’t mean I was falling asleep and my boss was coming – no chance of that.  He wasn’t telling me that I wasn’t getting enough sleep.

He was telling me that I needed to right my course in my life with God and focus.  Not just any focus on any topic of God, but specifically end times prophecies.  I knew in my soul that He wanted me to dive into His word and look at the world events unfolding.

I was obedient and did as I was commanded to do.  I immediately dove into the Bible and studied prophecies and some other complete text such as the entire New Testament and Genesis. I wrote out timelines and genealogies from the Bible to track where we are on God’s scale of time.

The collection of documentation in written and electronic form began to grow.  I searched and scanned websites, news articles, youTube videos and compared them to the Biblical text.  I started following more closely Christians who referred to themselves as ‘Watchers’ or ‘Watchmen’.  I prayed often and intensely for discernment and guidance. Sometimes I simply said, “God, use me.”

My collection of data grew.  I started seeing patterns that have been foretold in the Bible. Some of it was debunked as normal phenomenon that had been here since the beginning of time. Some of it was undeniable.

My understanding of the Bible grew.  I was able to read the Bible through a new lens and saw more and more that related to the pointing of the end times. I read in Genesis where God tells us first and foremost that the moon, sun, and stars are to be used by us as signs and not just seasons. I read where God put the constellations in place and named all of them. These aren’t spacey hippy mumbo jumbo pictures, but God showing humanity things through those stars.

Have you ever wondered who on Earth looked at the big dipper and saw a bear! I see a large pot with a long handle. Orion’s belt? Looks like a string of a couple stars to me.

No. God did this with purpose.  Each of the configurations of the stars mean something to Him and He uses them to speak to us.

He also speaks to us through dreams and visions.

In early 2017 on a quiet Sunday afternoon, I took a nap with my husband.  As I awoke, I heard a voice in my head yell Isaiah 9. I wasn’t versed enough in Biblical prophecy yet to make the connection, so I had to look it up.

Before I get into what I found, let me tell you about that dream.

I was walking down a rocky dune towards a seashore. The land was sandy, and vegetation is sparse. The colors of the landscape are beige and cream hues. The air seemed heavy with what seemed more like an ocean waterfront, though I could tell this was clearly a sea, not the ocean.

As I walked down toward the beach, I could see millions of dead sea life and birds on the shore. Each time the waves sloshed up the shore, more and more dead animals appeared. The water had a clear reddish tone to it. Death.

I walked along the shore and felt such an overwhelming sense of dread and despair at the massive amounts of life lost.

I came to another trail leading back up the cliff I had descended from about 100 yards or so from where the dream started. As I started to ascend this cliff, I came to a point where to my right on the cliff face there was a swirling black hole showing a vision. When I stared at this, I began to see a scene playing out and I was soon in the vision.

I was at a large gathering of what seemed like a television or movie award show.  I sensed there were many people there in an auditorium behind me, but I was right in front of the stage. George Clooney was at the podium in a tuxedo.  He was holding an award in his hand, yet he was crying. He looked at the cameras and apologized. He said he was sorry for misleading everyone and sorry for everything he has done and for being a part of ‘it all’.

During his speech, it transformed him into sitting on a throne with two lions at his feet as part of the throne. There was a horrible eerie blue light emanating from all around behind him.  He continued to sob and apologize. Then, in an instant, the vision was gone.  I was back on the path.

I continued upwards into what looked like the top of a plateau.  There were huge boulders scattered and on this flat area, there was what seemed to be ruins of ancient buildings, thousands of years old.  Stone walls were still intact, but where there might have been cloth coverings as ceilings were gaping holes opening to the sky.

As I came closer, I was in what felt like a courtyard in front of this structure. As I got closer to the structure, I could see two men.  They were both dressed in white linen robes and clothing and had brown leather sandals. One of the men had a slightly receding hairline and black wavy hair that stopped above his shoulders. He had a full beard and mustache, and he looked well fed.

The other man was one of the most beautiful humans I’ve ever seen. His face was so beautiful and emanated joy and peace that I can’t even begin to describe here in words.

The two men were facing each other.  The older man had such a look of despair on his face, and he had tears visibly streaming down his face.  His mouth was agape, and his eyes had a look of terror. The other man raised his hands gently to the face of the older man.  His hands cupped the cheeks of the older man so soft and gently.  Then he said, “All these things must come to pass, but everything will be ok. This must happen. Everything will be ok.”

I knew that I was looking at Paul and Jesus.  I don’t know how I knew this.  I just knew that’s who they were.  I know that Paul was looking out at all the destruction coming down on humanity and Jesus was reassuring him that it must happen, but everything will be ok.

Then I woke up to the shout of “Isaiah 9”.

I immediately read the chapter and searched it online to see the significance.  I found a video by Jonathan Cahn – a Messianic Jew and Author. He has written a book on and spoken frequently of the incidental comparison between Isaiah 9 and what happened in New York on 9/11. His book on the topic is very fascinating and it’s called “The Harbinger”.

I won’t go into the details here, but the bottom line to this is the beginning signs to a nation to get back in line and focus on God or else. Needless to say, this country did not heed God’s warning and here we are today.

This message helped me understand that God is still giving His people warnings and messages even today in our world.  We are to watch for His signs and pay attention to His prophecies because we are getting closer and closer to the final act of this.

Back to the dreams…

Sometime in 2020, I had another dream that wasn’t a rapture dream but equally prophetic and ties into the messaging that God has given me.

I was in a house that had all white walls and white furniture and white accents.  There were no pictures on the walls, and the rooms were all extremely bright.  All of the carpeting in the house looked like a 1970’s emerald, green low pile carpet – not shag.  There were several split floors throughout.  All of my and my husband’s children were scattered in the house.  They were on different levels and in different rooms.  I was walking through the house checking on them and settling everyone in for the night.

I walked down a level with about 4 stairs and there was a man walking towards me.  When he was right next to me, I saw that he was aesthetically beautiful.  Proportionately perfect. He was probably about 6 feet tall with perfect dark black hair and dark almost black eyes.  He had on a leather jacket, but very well dressed and perfectly styled.

 As he was right next to me, I was halted. I truly meant to say, “was halted”.  I didn’t stop on my own.  He looked at me and just smiled.

It was then, I realized – this was Satan, himself.  Lucifer.

I never felt such tremendous terror in my life in a dream.

And remember, I grew up in the 80’s with Michael, Jason, and Freddie. I grew up with vampire movies around every corner and poltergeists in every basement. More frequently than my rapture dreams, I grew up with a recurring dream with different locations and themes.  The underlying basis was that in every basement of every house in these dreams, there was the highest concentration of evil coming from Satan, but he was always – previously – contained in the basement area.

As Satan smiled at me, I ran for the door.  I went through the door and turned to the right and went through another door.  I knew as I was in this long hallway that I was being chased by evil demons who took on the physical form of vicious men – most of which looked like your typical biker.  Imagine a biker – yep, that’s what they looked like.

The walls were a 1970’s light wood paneling and the floor was carpeted with a brownish orange shag carpet.

I ran and ran and ran down this hallway as fast as I could.  Occasionally I felt like I couldn’t run – as one does sometimes in these types of dreams. The whole time, I was yelling and screaming for my husband, Leon – over and over and over.  Finally, I made it to the door at the end of the hallway, and I opened the door.

I went through the door, and I was in the hallway again with the same men/demons chasing me. Running, trying to run, screaming for my husband to find me and help me.

This repeated several times. I think I ran down that hallway half a dozen times.

Then, I again reached the door and grabbed the handle.  Before opening it this final time, I closed my eyes and called out to God. “God, please help me!”, I prayed. 

When I opened the door this final time, I came out into a dark city street and knew the threat was gone.

Then I woke up.

I knew that God was telling me to never put my full faith on any person, but solely on Him to save me. Though I have been a Christian my entire life, I didn’t fully grasp this until that very moment.

Since 2020, I’ve had other rapture dreams which were similar to the dreams I had growing up. Outside. Barn. Lot’s of people I love. Turbulent sky. No wind. The need to find someone I didn’t want left behind.

In June 2025, I had another rapture dream that was very different from the rest.

I was in what seemed to be a modern style old western town. I was with Rosie, Roger. We went into a souvenir shop to get some gifts because we were on our way home. While in the shop I saw a Betty Boop bottle opener that said 'I love Tennessee' and wanted it but didn't grab it.

Then we walked around the store and Rosie grabbed a few things. We went to the counter to check out. I reached around to grab that bottle opener for a woman I know who loves Betty Boop memorabilia. Her name is Caroline, my deceased brother's ex-girlfriend.

 She's a beautiful, retired flight attendant.

When I grabbed for the bottle opener that was no longer there, Caroline walked up to me.

We went to hug to say goodbye (which is odd because when you see someone you haven't seen in a long time, you usually greet them before you say goodbye) Nonetheless, we hugged to say goodbye.

I pulled out my phone to take a selfie of us and I just couldn't get the camera focused correctly on both of us. I couldn’t see myself in the shot.  It was as if a vampire in the movies was taking a selfie and was not visible. No matter how I moved my hand, I couldn’t see myself at all.

I could see Caroline, but it looked like she was way behind me (looking the same as she was standing there with her arm around me and smiling) but she looked much further back from me and she was very blurry.

I decided it's ok, we don't need pictures at “home” anyway and I just knew the picture would be for nothing.

We then left the store and got in a car to go home. People were running excitedly throughout the streets – many were fighting. They were all loud and had these horribly distorted insane smiles on their faces. We had to dodge them to move forward.

Then we went into this large hotel/resort type place which was all wooden and was very rustic.

We went in there because there was a man working there who had ties to my granddaughter, Rosie, and we wanted her to say goodbye to this man. He was sitting behind the front desk, and he was talking into an intercom making generic announcements almost like a radio DJ.

We approached him and he seemed pleasantly surprised that we were there. Before we could really interact with him, two men came downstairs and wanted to talk to him about their room. They were very angry, and they were older and their faces were very ugly.

One asked the man at the desk why the sauna in their room was locked and they demanded access. The man behind the counter told them that it was because they were homosexual and because of that, he would not let them have access.

(Please don’t judge me here. I have nothing against anyone’s sin, as we are all sinners.  I’m simply stating the truth of this dream.  And for the record, I’ve never in my life had any dream about homosexuals or any other sexual orientation.)

I had, during that interaction, somehow moved over by the other wall where I was near the stairs leading upstairs as well as the exit. As the men were heading back upstairs, they were grumbling about the discrimination and just bitter words that I couldn't discern. I said to them that they couldn't gain access because of their homosexuality - almost in a way that was clear - like 'Duh, of course you can't get to the room of rest while you are practicing this deviancy. You know that, so why be so mean to the old man at the desk." 

Then I walked over to the old man to say goodbye. At this point, I was not wearing clothes (I didn't see what I had been wearing previously at all) but I was naked with a huge bath towel wrapped completely around me. (No sexual or deviant connotation – just noted).

The man hugged me goodbye and commented about my bath towel attire and the fact that I was naked under this wrap (again, not in a sexual interest way). I said to him, "All my clothes are dirty, and I can't wear dirty clothes when I go “home”". So, I had wrapped myself in something to stay decent until I got home where I didn't need my clothes. Then we left this building, heading home.

As we were coming to the end of town, there were hundreds of thousands of people walking as if walking from a parking lot to get to a big stadium for a sports event. Most were wearing sky blue as if their sports team was blue. I didn't notice any other color vividly like I did with the blue.

Then we came upon these three ...they looked like semi-truck trailers which opened up in different directions with bleachers in them hundreds of rows high - filled with people cheering and excited for some big game. A light green color was very prevalent in these stadiums. They were parked in a triangular configuration, and I knew that we had to walk through one of them to get out the other side in order to make it home. (I have no idea why we were walking now, nor do I know what happened to the car. There were tens of thousands of people in each trailer if not more. I couldn't even guestimate the number of people. It seemed everyone was there.

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That was kind of the pattern they were in. We had to walk through the one on the bottom right.

As we were walking through, there was one young man who came running diagonally in our direction from the right side in front of us. He wasn't looking at us, he was looking as if at everyone all at once. As he ran up to us he said,

"This is the time. We are going to go home. It is time."

He said this to everyone. He was saying this very loudly to the crowd as if to get their attention away from the game and the distractions and rejoice in the time at hand.  

He had the purest look of overwhelming joy mixed with happiness, love, and excitement. I cannot convey in words the look on this man’s face. It was almost like, up until now, there has never been any reason in the world to have this particular look on a face - not through any physical interactions or experiences we can experience in our time on Earth.

He then continued to run past us to the left. We kept walking through the crowd to come out the other side of this semi-trailer stadium with tens of thousands of people.

As we came out the other side and took just a few more steps, I was stopped cold in my tracks. Again, I’m choosing my words carefully.  I didn’t stop.  Something unseen made me stop.

The sky was full of swirling dark grey clouds as if a massive storm were coming. It was not cold, nor was it windy. This was noteworthy because of the low swirling clouds in the sky that did not bring a wind nor the feeling of a storm in action. (This was the same sky as in all my other rapture dreams.)

 I closed my eyes and a voice emanated in my head throughout my entire body. I knew this was the voice of God. I raised my left hand to my brow and held my right hand with Rosie's left hand tightly.

God spoke to me and said, "Two must fall into the Abyss. Some will be saved. The third will stand and I will light a fire in them so that all the world will know."

Then I opened my eyes and the whole Earth seemed to shake. I did not look back, but in my mind’s eye in my dream I saw a huge crack in the earth opening up right where these stadiums were. It was directly underneath all three of them.

Then I woke up.

Next dream in August 2025:

I don’t know what happened before in my sleep, but this is where the remembrance of the dream started.

I was in a room which was all matte black – walls, ceiling, floor, doors, trim, everything. In the far right corner, there was an open door.

A little Asian girl came towards me from that open door.  I’m not sure if the details matter, but I remember everything about the clothes she is wearing. I know when God gives me dreams with such specific details, that I need to pay attention.

So, this little girl had shoulder length raven black hair that was pulled back in a ponytail and she had bangs straight across her forehead.  She was wearing a black and white plaid skirt, a white blouse with poofy short sleeves, a red sweater V-neck vest and a little black ribbon tied into a bow around the collar of the blouse.  She was wearing little white turn-down socks like little girls do and I do not remember the details of the shoes.  She was clearly in what looked like a school outfit. 

(If anyone has any idea about the details of her outfit and why that seemed important, please help me understand, because I still haven’t figured that out.)

She came at me and her body was moving in ways it shouldn’t be and she was speaking in a low demonic voice and saying things I couldn’t understand.  Her eyes had a very weird look in them.  This scene and character would make for a blockbuster horror film because it was terrifying how she looked and moved and what was coming out of her mouth.

I knew, in the dream, that she was possessed by demons.  So, I went to her and grabbed her while rebuking the demons I the name of Jesus over and over again.  I wrestled with her – despite her being a small child.  I finally threw her to the ground and put one hand on her body and the other on the right side of her face pushing her head to the ground while rebuking the demons.

I felt that I needed to get the demons out of her even though I didn’t know her at all.

Then I grabbed her clothes with my left hand and her hair with my right hand and picked her up.  I walked over to the open door, carrying her with ease and I threw her through the doorway straight forward.

In front of me was one step and a small landing and then steps that disappeared leading up and to the left.  She landed and then ran up the stairs. Almost as if she were free of the demons tormenting her.  She moved normally.

I had stepped into the doorway about two feet.

To my right was an open doorway leading outside but it was dark outside.  I couldn’t sense anything else from that doorway other than I knew the rapture was going to happen out there.

I knew that the rapture was happening soon and I needed to act fast. However, instead of running out that door where I knew the rapture was going to take place. I backed up. I hesitated.

Directly to my left was an open doorway and stairs leading down to what seemed to be a basement.  I could only make out a few steps leading downward and beyond that was a darkness that I’ve never seen nor experienced.  It was the blackest black darkness I’ve ever seen, but beyond that, it was a darkness that I felt to my core.

In that darkness, I didn’t see anything, but I felt a huge creature that could only be described as an extremely large dragon type creature.  I felt his eyes burning into me and chilling me to the bone all at the same time.  I knew this was Satan.

Not the beautiful man Satan I had encountered in my other dream (which I was fully aware of inside this dream), but the real Satan.  The beast.

I felt him inside my head laughing at me calmly but so much malevolence. He conveyed in my head almost telepathically that there was no use. It’s time.  It’s his world. And even though I felt like the demons left the little girl, Satan was making it clear that it’s his world now fully. Almost like he was telling me that I was foolish to think I could make any difference with anyone.

I was terrified and frozen in place and felt an overwhelming sense of dread for the world – not me in particular.

I then woke up.

I was laying in my bed flat on my back – which I never do.  I’m a diehard side sleeper.  I was looking up at the ceiling. I looked up and over (my clock projects the time on my ceiling). I noticed the time was 11:35. I thought that was a very odd time.  I felt like I had been sleeping much longer.

I’ll explain what I believe the significance of that number is shortly.

As I lay there, I felt like simultaneously, I was heavier than I’ve ever felt in my life (almost like the heavy feeling when you are just coming out of or going into anesthesia.  I also felt like this weight was pushing me downwards. But at the same time, I was being lifted upwards. Not my soul, but my whole physical body.  Not being pulled up from points like being connected to hoists that pull up from the points of attachment.  I felt like every cell of my body – inside and out – were being drawn upwards.

I knew that this was the rapture. It was actually happening, and I knew I was awake and not dreaming. I had a sense of euphoria that this was it.  It was the moment I’ve waited for my whole life.  I knew without a doubt that I would be going in the rapture to heaven.

There was just an instant of hesitation thinking of the people who would be left behind. As soon as I had that thought, I no longer felt the sensation of being drawn upwards.  I only felt the weight of being pushed downward.

Later that night, I woke up at 2:34.  I don’t remember any dream I had before then, but I felt the time was significant.

When I told my oldest daughter the dream afterwards, she said, “Isn’t that the shortest verse in the Bible?”

She was right and I think that was the message.

John 11:35 – “Jesus wept”

This was when Jesus was expressing deep sorrow over his friend, Lazarus. Many miss the rest of the theme of this passage.  It wasn’t just that Jesus was so distraught over losing such a good friend. I’m sure that Jesus lost many friends along his journeys that we might not have heard of. 

In this particular scene, Mary and Martha send word to Jesus to come and heal their brother, Lazarus. By the time Jesus reached them in Bethany, Lazarus had already been dead for four days.

Martha met Jesus first and said “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”  Then Mary fell at his feet crying and echoing the sentiment of Martha.

Let’s see what happens at that point:

John 11: 35-44 “³⁵ Jesus wept.

³⁶ Then said the Jews, Behold how he loved him!

³⁷ And some of them said, Could not this man, which opened the eyes of the blind, have caused that even this man should not have died?

³⁸ Jesus therefore again groaning in himself cometh to the grave. It was a cave, and a stone lay upon it.

³⁹ Jesus said, Take ye away the stone. Martha, the sister of him that was dead, saith unto him, Lord, by this time he stinketh: for he hath been dead four days.

⁴⁰ Jesus saith unto her, Said I not unto thee, that, if thou wouldest believe, thou shouldest see the glory of God?

⁴¹ Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead was laid. And Jesus lifted up his eyes, and said, Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me.

⁴² And I knew that thou hearest me always: but because of the people which stand by I said it, that they may believe that thou hast sent me.

⁴³ And when he thus had spoken, he cried with a loud voice, Lazarus, come forth.

⁴⁴ And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with graveclothes: and his face was bound about with a napkin. Jesus saith unto them, Loose him, and let him go.”

First, we need to remember that in John 11:4, Jesus had declared that Lazarus’s sickness would be “for the glory of God”. Then Jesus reminds the women by saying “Said I not unto thee, that, if thou wouldest believe, thou shouldest see the glory of God?”

He’s basically telling them that if they would just let things play out – meaning let their brother, Lazarus die – they would see the glory of God.  Let go of him. Let God play things out for His will.

This is a very important thing that explains why the 11:35 time felt so consequential.

August 29, 2025 I dreamt this:

I was in a mansion. It felt like a house but there were so many rooms and floors and balconies and patios. The rooms were all normal size and decorated differently.  Some were dark and some were bright.  Some were brown in tone and some were white. There were small sets of stairs and very large ones.  There was a very clear attic and a very distinct basement.  There was an open room that felt like a greenhouse.

When I began to comprehend/remember the dream, I was outside in the driveway and I knew it was the rapture. I raised my arms and looked to the sky, I felt myself being lifted off the ground and rising upwards.

Then someone pulled me in through the doorway of the house.

The details of the fullness of the dream were blurry. I don’t know any of the people and some I couldn’t even recognize a face. The people were from toddler to very old. There were probably more than 50 people in this dream and dozens of rooms.

I ran through the house to try to get back outside because I didn’t want to miss the rapture.

There were people standing in my way and I had to run around them. Sometimes they would be touching me and it felt as if they were just pulling at me or wiping their hands along me, but not able to actually grasp me.

If a movie director would label this dream, he would say it was definitely a zombie movie because that is what the people felt like. Cold, no soul. No voice. No intention other than to keep me inside and not let me go with the rapture.

Every time I made it to an open window or door or balcony or patio or a hole in the roof while I was in the attic, I raised my arms in a V above my head, raised my face towards the sky and I felt the heat of the light which wasn’t the sun as I was being lifted in the air.

But before I could rise more than 3-4 feet off the ground, someone would find me and touch my body in that creepy grabbing without the fingers able to move way.  I would then descend back down to the ground.

I don’t know how long the dream lasted, but I already mentioned the number of people and rooms.  Always the same thing.  Sometimes I would stop in a room and raise my arms praying I could rise up in the house, but then someone would come along and touch me and I would sink back down.

I woke up from the dream with a feeling in my heart of despair.  How could I miss the rapture just from people pulling me in deeper into this house that I’ve never even seen before.

This rapture dream puzzled me.

The sky was different.  It was radiant and warm but I somehow knew it wasn’t from the sun shining. No swirling clouds. No darkness. 

I wasn’t with people I loved. I didn’t know anyone in the dream and I had no idea where I was. 

It wasn’t an open field with an old barn, it was inside of a confusing mansion house. The decorator of which should be fired because none of the rooms flowed and everything was chaos.

It took me until the next day to realize what the dream meant.

Side track for a bit.

I’ve always been interested in dreams and what they mean.  I’ve remembered many dreams throughout my life.  Some stick with me, while others are lost in time. I remember once that I had a dream about Bob Hope and some other woman from the 40’s and the dream was in black and white.  Weird.  No other details.  Just that.

I know that most psychologists say that a house in your dream represents your mind. I wonder if narcissists always dream of being outside since they aren’t capable of self-examination.

I know that I have certain dreams with different houses and all of them have basements and in those basements is where pure evil resides. The house changes.  The rooms change.  Usually there is a back door leading outside, but I have to go past the open basement chasm to make it outside to safety.  There is always a feeling like I’m not safe in the house because the basement is tied to the walls throughout the house.

Once I had a dream that the upstairs attic, though decorated in a style that two pre-teen girls would love – bright and cheery with two twin beds, was imbued also with evil.

The house my papaw built was always my home base. My safe haven. I knew when I dreamt of that house, which has long been demolished, I would find sanctuary.

Dreams come and go. Visions of certain dreams stay with my like snapshots in a family photo album, but the meanings never linger.

My rapture dreams are seared into my mind and I remember details about them.  These are the old film reels that I can play back at any time if I pull out my old projector.

For the first 47 years of my life, my rapture dreams remained consistent. Like a favorite story. I could always rely on the feelings, emotions, actions, visions, people.

These dreams still visited me since then but these other more ‘powerful’ feeling dreams have been coming more frequently and intensely since 2017.

I’ve also had alien invasion dreams, but not like Encounter of the Third Kind.  These are the alien invasion dreams that M.Knight Shayamalan would come up with. The kind which evokes feelings of terror and fear without a single image.

I’ve always found this odd because I’ve never been a space/alien movie kind of gal.  This is just not an area that I am interested in.

As with my house dreams, there are images remaining, not movie reels and more than that, there is left a sense of impending doom.

I believe this is helping me to see that the Great Deception could very well be an alien invasion.

But I digress.

Today I felt called and led to write a social media post to all my friends and family, imploring them to get right with God and do it quickly. As I wrote, it expanded.

I wrote about the subject of free will. I think that many Christians and more non-Christians have gotten the concept of free will wrong. Free will isn’t about making the menial decision of the day freely without God knowing or participating.

I believe that our lives were written start to finish before we were even conceived. God knew/knows every decision right or wrong.  God knows what we will do and how we will hurt and disobey Him. God has known this before the creation of Adam.

The free will that God has given us is the free will to ultimately choose to love Him or not. Simply that.

Now that I’m older and hopefully wiser, I have a much easier time relating to God as a father or parent. I can completely see how and why God can allow people to disobey Him and allow bad things to happen.

As a parent of 9, mostly adult, children. There is such great joy in my heart when my children willingly come to visit me and spend time with me or call or text me. This means that even just for a small time, they thought of me and wanted to communicate with me.

Simple things like popping by for no reason and looking into the pot on the stove to invite themselves for dinner. Even if I have to eat a bologna sandwich at 10:43 pm or go without, I am thrilled that they chose to be with me.

We all know that when families force reunions or get togethers, there is always drama.  Some even dread Thanksgiving dinners or Christmas movie marathons. Fighting and gossip and drama, drama, drama.

God gave us free will to allow us to want to eat at his Thanksgiving table. He wants us to want Him. God is our ultimate Father who just wants us to want to spend time with Him.

I had posted a video of the dream which had the lucid physical experience to social media.  Some in the comment said, “don’t worry about those you leave behind.”

I know that silly.  I’ve read the Bible multiple times.  I have watched all the movies multiple times.  Even the new ones with Nicholas Cage. Cringe.

We’ve seen the interpretation by hundreds or thousands of preachers, prophets, or social media saints, right? The trumpets sound, we all rise, the rest of the world is fallen and hopefully some make it out unscathed through the worst, most horrifying time in all human history.

I’ve seen thousands of videos of others with rapture dreams.  Some align with what I’m about to talk about, while others are the same story line. I have noticed the number of people from toddler to the dying elderly having these dreams has increased exponentially recently – especially since 2017.

I won’t get into the significance of all the signs and everything that has been going on in the recent few decades, that’s a story for a different morning. Suffice it to say here, that all the signs are culminating and I believe the rapture is imminent – meaning possibly in less than a month now.

Today I was piecing together what my most recent dream was about and trying to get it documented so I wouldn’t forget.  I knew it was very different but also consequential in a way that I just couldn’t put my finger on.

As I was typing, the representation and understanding of this dream came to me.

It can’t be explained as anything other than a revelation.  When I prayed and asked God if this is truly what all these dreams throughout my entire life have been about, I felt the electricity of the Holy Spirit flowing through my entire body.

I know this feeling well.  I’ve experienced it many times. Once, I felt it when a dear friend came to church with me and in the middle of the sermon leaned over and whispered that she wanted to be saved.  I whispered back that there would be an invitation after the sermon, then we could go to the front of the church and the preacher would speak to her. She said, “Now! I want to be saved right now!”

Ok, off we went and interrupted the preacher so she could saved right in that moment.  At first, I was embarrassed at interrupting the sermon, but that quickly dissipated when I felt the Holy Spirit guiding me and her to the front of the church in front of everyone.

A few months later, she passed away and went to join my mom and dad in Heaven.

As I was thinking about the most recent dream, it was clear that the people and rooms represented different things in my life that I hold onto in some part and don’t completely give over to God.

Firstly, my children. I worry about them daily. I pray for them many times a day. I ask for guidance and help from the Lord to tell me what to say to them to bring them closer to Him. I worry so much that some of them might be left behind because they are adults and have chosen their own paths. I actually made a booklet dubbed, “If I’m gone, start here…”

Then I have my animals. What if my cats can’t find a way outside, they will starve to death.  What if my dogs are left in the laundry room and can’t get through a door.  What about our horses, they will die with no water source and not enough grass in their fields. Etc. Etc.

Then I have my household.  The food will spoil. The smell will be horrendous. The dusting and vacuuming. How can I live if I’m raptured and my bed isn’t made.

My job. Will my colleagues and employees realize what happened to me? Will they sit around in the next team meeting and say, “Maybe she wasn’t crazy.” And “Maybe we should have paid a little more attention to her.”?

My friends. Same questions as my work colleagues.  Will they wish they hadn’t pushed me away during those difficult conversations or will they wish they had taken better notes when they did listen to me, ‘humoring the religious girl’?

I know I’m not alone in these thoughts.  I am smart.  I know I shouldn’t think about these things.  These are idol cares of this world and immediately with the rapture I won’t care one iota about these things anymore, right?

I know that some Christians do not have these thoughts or concerns.  Maybe some do and they just don’t admit it.

When I say that I think about these things, please don’t misunderstand me.  I do not dwell on them nor do I worry about them.  I give these things to God.  They are just thoughts.

When it comes down to it, will any of us truly know what we will do? I hope that I can freely let go of everything of this world and just rejoice.  I am longing for Heaven – my true home.  I long to be in the presence of everyone I love that has gone before me and more importantly to be in the presence of our Lord and savior and God Himself.

I’ve never thought that once you made it to the rapture as a saved person that you could be left behind.  I never thought that in my previous dreams – running back after someone could lose my place.

But out of this most recent dream and considering all my previous dreams, I had the sense that too much emotional tie to anything in this world could be God’s last moment to allow us to choose. The final test of our free will.

I feel like He is telling me to let people know that we need to settle our house and affairs with all things of this world including our friends and family, before it’s time.  I feel like the culmination of all my dreams is telling me that we need to say our peace to our loved ones while we are here so that there is no moment of hesitation or looking back when that moment comes.

Just like Lot’s wife and Sodom and Gomorrah.  We cannot have any reason to look back. Lot and his wife and family were good people.  The Angels came to save them, and they were given the opportunity to be drawn out of the city.  But God also warned them that if they looked back, they too would perish.

Despite God showing favor on him and his family, God still allowed Lot, his wife, and his daughters to have the free will to choose.  Either trust God fully and not look back at anything left behind, or to look back and lose that salvation and be turned to ash.

We, Christians, cannot be so bold and prideful in our salvation that we think we cannot give it away willingly. This rapture is a very specific and unique point in all of humankind.  This isn’t just a death. Jesus told us that this would be as in the times of Noah and Lot.  And here is the key to that. 

It’s not just that in Lot’s time, they were living and sinful – that has gone on throughout all of human history.  I truly believe the Holy Spirit is leading me to help people understand that when Jesus said it would be as in the time of Lot, he meant that we still had a choice to freely give away this gift.

I may be wrong, but I’m definitely obedient.  Maybe someone needs to hear this message.  I know I did!