Most recently, I had another dream of the rapture. My first was seeing angels that told me Rylie was already with them.
This time was different. The sky was again pink. Archangel Micheal was in a wooden chariot and he came down from the sky.
The trumpet sounded loudly the entire time this was happening. Thousands of souls of women, men, children, and animals were waiting in a line. There were stairs everyone walked up. This time, I wasn’t scared to go with them. Rylie was waiting.