OK, I had to get in on this one. I saw one. I think.
Short version - I had a dream about the rapture. It was one of those dreams that stays with you for life. (I can close my eyes and still see it. . .) I have come to the conclusion that it was a vision, rather than a dream. Here's why:
In the dream, the only person I specifically remember was an older gentleman, wearing a fishing hat, flannel shirt, khakis, and penny loafers, no socks. He was a sweet man, and we spoke heart to heart (no spoken words) for a long time. He told me it was time to "go back," and I remember my heart breaking, wanting to stay. He said that I would be back, and never have to leave again. He placed his hand on my head, blessing me. When I opened my eyes, I was back home in bed. Cool dream, I thought.
Then, over six years later, I met a friend, Pauline. I had written out the dream, but not really described the man very well. Just he was an older man with a flannel shirt. She read it and came back to me shaken. She described him perfectly, down to the "no socks." She even got the color of the shirt right. Her husband had died six months before, and this man had come to her three or four times in the weeks that followed, never saying anything, but giving her comfort and assurance that her husband was fine. The last time he came, she spoke to him, and he just smiled, waved, and opened her bedroom door, disappearing down the hall. She chased after him, but he was gone.
As if that's not convincing enough, Pauline's daughter went to that revival down in Florida. While there, she met a young woman who had been in some way rescued by, you guessed it, an older man, flannel shirt, fishing hat, no socks, etc.
Reading the Bible, almost every encounter with angels resulted in someone fainting in fear. Maybe God is making angels a little less frightening these days???


