A strange thing happened to me this morning. I woke as I was walking across the floor. Then I remembered. I was dreaming. I was in my home talking to a young girl and her mother. I could hear my phone ringing but was letting the answer machine get it. Moments later my son rushed into the room and announced that his brother had called and wanted someone to go pick him. That he was only 12 miles down the road. I was full of questions as I hurried to go get him. Why did he not just come to the house. Should I go pick him up are send his brother. But I wanted to see him so bad. I was shouting out Hallelujah my baby has come home, praise God. The thing is my son died 2 years ago in march and his brother and I was aware of this in the dream. We was just rejoicing over the fact that he had come back and we was going to see him. Oh I had such a wonderful feeling of joy over this which I still have even now. I prayed about the dream and I believe I was being shown the Rapture and just how close it is to Jesus coming. 12 miles, wow now that's close. what do you all think.