There was a season many years ago during which I was having apocalyptic dreams rather frequently. Some were so intense that I would wake and be unable to go back to sleep. I would begin pacing and dwelling on the dreams, some of which were very intense. I never saw Jesus in the dreams except one time, which was in a certain dream in which I was standing outside, on a hillside. I can't remember what I was doing in the dream (it has been a while since I dreamed it) but my dog was with me. I remember that all at once all of the sounds I was hearing from nature began to sound long and constant; crickets chirps all singing at the same time, the wind blowing, the rustling leaves, and my dog was also began baying loud and constant. I looked at him and he was looking up at the sky as he bayed, and I remember he looked at me without turning his head while he continued. I looked up in the direction he was baying, and the sky was opening up in a kind of, circular opening. On the other side of the opening was a green, grassy mountain, and at the summit was a man dressed in purple robes, sitting to the side. He was looking toward the ground of the summit upon which he sat, and his hair was very long. Somehow I just knew who it was. As He lifted His gaze toward me, I woke.
I also had a dream about the archangel Michael. I went up stairs and entered a white marble vault which was about the size of a small house inside. It was very ornate, and there were sealed doorways on each other face of the chamber. I somehow knew that in this place I could call Michael. I remember calling to him, but nothing happened. I then said in myself "You have to fully believe" and at this point I became lucid in the dream; as if I woke inside of the dream and knew things consciously. I closed my eyes and emptied myself of all doubt, and I called out to him. When I did this, there began a slight shaking in the vault. I began to hear the low sound of trumpets which were quickly growing louder and louder and louder and I remember thinking "You are not ready for this!" and suddenly across the ceiling of the vault, something like, rounded bands of light began to shoot across the ceiling; they were of prismatic colors, like, one red, one orange, one green, etc. And then I looked to the sealed doorway to my right (these doorways looking to be fashioned of the same white marble as the rest of the chamber) and saw him enter the chamber through the sealed archway. He didn't break the sealing, but came through as if either he or the sealing was, immaterial? He had been moving at fantastic speed but immediately came to a smooth stop on a base before the doorway. He was very tall, maybe the height of two men. And he had come to a rest on one knee, in a crouching position. he had a sword in his hand and was robed. I could see no wings, but it appeared there were wings, I heard a loud sound of wings, and I saw behind many "arcs" rapidly changing positions appearing as though I were seeing the edges of many wings woving so rapidly that I couldn't follow the movement with my eyes, and could only see the edges of the wings almost "strobing": his face was something like, mercurial: silvery? And he was looking before him. This all took place in about 1 or 2 seconds of time. At this point I was utterly terrified. Not that he was doing anything threatening, but that his appearence was so "supernatural" that I couldn't help but feel "awe" in the sense of terror. He turned to look directly at me, and I turned to run in complete fear of him, even though he had been smiling. That's when I woke.
I remember telling a friend about the dream and he said "I can't believe you; I would have stayed and asked him questions" and I simply replied "No, you wouldn't have."
I also saw Jesus in the sky over Kentucky in the waking world. That was probably the most awesome thing I ever saw. I was with another guy (a rabid atheist at the time) who saw it with me, and it was so intense that after it was over he said "Well, now I can't say I didn't get a sign": but, that's another story.
