Because of Dawn Dominick's and Dayana's similar dreams, I want to add mine to the mix.
 
 Many years ago, in the early 70s I had an amazing dream.   I was not a Christian at the time but this dream helped me along on the path to eventually become one.   It scared me out of my wits and I can still remember it as yesterday.      I dreamed I began to rise from the earth.  I looked around and saw many others rising, too.  When I left the atmosphere, I knew I was dead.  Surrounded by the blackness of space, I looked down at the earth far below.  I then heard a mighty VOICE say, "And the earth was spit asunder."  The earth first cracked down the middle and then fell apart. Now there were multitudes of people rising.     Next I stood in an unending line of people, all dressed in drab colors.   No one was speaking--we were all just waiting, inching our way to an unseen destination.   I knew it was judgement and I knew I wasn't ready.   I recall one woman crying because she was separated from her son and I tried to help her find him, knowing it was useless.  We were each one alone in the line---no friends or family for comfort.         I have no doubt that I was in the WRONG line.   Praise God, I believe I'd fare better now.   Jesus is my hope and salvation. Instead of an endless line of folks without hope, I'll be dressed in white looking upon the glorius face of Jesus with multitudes of  joyous saints.  .                                                                                                                       Carla