It all started when I was about 14 years old. I kept having repeated dreams of the Rapture and seeing the Lord.
One of my first dreams was of me giving birth to a child in a hospital somewhere. After I gave birth, I started feeling very light and knew I was dying. I started crying and looked at the ceiling, but it wasn't there.
Instead, I saw a cloudy sky full of white clouds, and far beyond, I saw three figures, all like men. It was like my heart knew who the figure who stood in the middle. He had a white robe and a halo of very bright golden light that I could see from afar.
Suddenly, I heard crying and screams, and he disappeared. I looked below, and there I saw smoke and the smell of burning flesh but no dead bodies, just black shadows.
It was the soul of the sinners who did seek God. I woke up crying and trembling from all the screaming of millions.
It has been months since I had another dream, and I was getting worried if that was because I am getting farther away from God. I stopped attending church because of COVID-19 and only read the Bible when I felt like it. Yesterday's dream was the first I've had in months, and it was like no other.
I was on the beach taking a walk during the evening. Many people were drinking and dancing and doing inappropriate things.
Then I heard a loud trumpet, and as I looked at the sky where the sun was setting, I saw a very bright light. It was like the sky was cracking, and golden light was pouring out.
I knew it was the Rapture. I cried out and asked myself, why am I crying? I felt guilty; I felt unprepared for the coming of Christ. I started weeping, "O lord, forgive me!"
The people started running and screaming all over the place like wild animals. I saw Angels, millions, like little ants. It was so beautiful, but I knew I wouldn't go with them.
I had forgotten the Lord like many, and it was too late now the time is up.
I looked around me and saw my mother and father. They were old, and I held them, one on each arm, and carried them. I started telling my mother how I loved her and would miss her. I did the same with my father.
I saw the numbers 666 written on the people's foreheads, and the number was on my palm as well, and I couldn't rub it off. It felt so horrible I tried reassuring myself that this is all a dream.
I couldn't see the Lord. I couldn't go in front of him and hear him send me to the depths of hell. But he did. All the sinners were thrown by a force so hard into a huge hole, and an angel came and opened a jar filled with fire and poured it on us. The people screamed, but I didn't feel anything.
I look up at the hole entrance and saw a white robe just above the ankle of a man. I saw his feet, and I knew it was the Lord who was watching us. I didn't know how I got to the top, but I did, and I touched this man's feet and wept and wept.
I cried, "oh, forgive me, Lord. Please do not leave me! I want to be with you. Take me, please!" And his hand touched mine, and I woke up crying.
For some reason, all my dreams stop when the Lord judges the people. I have only dreamed of him coming down in the sky but never had I dreamt of him judging the people and casting them to the pit of hell.
It was a message from God. Just by the way, I didn't feel pain in the pit. The pit was blazing with fire, but I wasn't burning although I was in it. Everyone felt it but me. I know that he is giving me a chance to be with him despite me forsaking him and abandoning him.
I've decided to change my life and get baptized very soon and to repent of my sins.