Several years ago, while I pondered on the Biblical prophecies and the events in the Middle East, I dreamed we were all raptured.  We were going upward like we were on an escalator but there were no stairs beneath us.  We were all focused on what was ahead but I was aware of others around me going in the same direction.  The earth beneath us was the golden brown indicative of Autumn.
 
I told my sister about my dream and she blanched and called my young nephew into the room and instructed him to tell me about his dream.  We had the same dream.
 
In the dream, I was not afraid (and I am terrified of heights) and felt an incredible peace and anticipation.
 
My mother recently died and I dreamed of her home in Heaven.  It was not a mansion, in the sense of what I picture a mansion to be.  It was a simple Victorian type house set in a beautiful green meadow with pink crepe myrtle blooming nearby.  It was beautiful and the colors were like nothing I have ever seen on Earth.  My mother was very happy and my younger brother who died as an infant was with her.  He was playing and was about 10 years old in my dream.  Mother told me she had plenty of room for us all and was eagerly awaiting our coming.
 
Dawn Street