His eyes were a soft deep blue.  His hair was shoulder length, curly, and looked very soft.  His facial hair was new growth - kinda scruffy, if you want to use those words about our savior.  

There was smoke coming from the East - very large clouds of it.  Rolling up towards the heavens.  Then lightning or some other phenomenon happened and it snaked it's way through those smoke clouds in a darting pattern unnatural to anything I've ever seen lightning do.  This was man-made - as a distraction to some sort of enemy to our south.

I looked to the north, where the sky was still blue but patterned with white puffy clouds.  And I saw movement.  White... then wings unfolded and I knew it was Jesus our Savior.  My heart filled with gladness but was also filled with immense fear that I wasn't good enough to be with that wonderful being.

He came and walked among us - the crowd of people standing on the paved parking lot.  He was close enough that if I reached out I could touch him.  I was filled with happiness that it was time.  Then I remembered Mamma - and cried out that she couldn't have been here for the coming because it was just a couple years too late.  He spoke to us with a charismatic voice and we were entranced.  We didn't crowd him but stood there respectfully listening with awe.  I was hugging another female at the time - holding to her with excitement and fear - cheeks very close.  I was afraid because Jesus hadn't made eye contact with me yet.  But then he did, and I felt accepted. I'm very distraught that I can't remember what he spoke of.  Acceptance was one, but I can't remember his exact words.   

We got on a boat?  And there weren't very many of us... a thousand maybe... I went down some stairs in a theatre style room looking for a spot to sit, looking for familiar faces.  I was looking for my friend Allen but I was told that people who blow their brains out didn't get to come here.

There was a switch and I was looking at a building with open windows, and many colorful (not patterned) towels hanging in the windows as for display.  I remember hearing Jesus say that we get these towels, and that there are more coming, since we didn't get the chance to have what those before us had.  (The one's who died before the coming.)

I woke up slightly from the dream with the name Jesus on my lips and was happy to the brim from dreaming of the coming.