I woke up sneezing at 4:15am, which was odd enough in itself. After crawling back into bed, I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to fall back asleep. I know I’m wanting to get up early, but not that early on my day off. LOL
Once I fell back asleep about 20 minutes later, I had the strangest dream. People I knew were dancing with their loved ones, but the loved ones (some that have already Graduated to Heaven, some that haven’t) were all skeletal zombies. As I tried to wipe the zombie images from my mind with pleas to God, the scene shifted to me and the zombies in a cemetery. They wanted me to tell them why they all died — on the same day. It was then I realized the day they had died was the day the world ended as we know it – the day the Tribulation started. I freaked out. Was I wrong – was I not Raptured with the rest? Then I realized some of those closest to me were still here and there is NO WAY they would have been left behind. As I was brought to that moment of clarity, the scene shifted again to a third person POV, and suddenly everyone I was standing with flashed out of existence in little puffs of white light. Including me.
Then I woke up to my alarm going off and it was 6:30, time to get up.
I’ve had some really strange dreams before, but I think that one gets the blue ribbon.