I am a 43-year-old male, college educated, never did a drug in my life, never been to a psychiatrist, never had trouble with the law, married with four children. I think I am quite normal. However, I have reoccurring dreams of visits from God, and also the end of the world. They are very detailed dreams; they almost play out like a movie... they are not ordinary dreams in any sense.
I started having them when I was about 21. I now live in Texas. One of them, when I was about 35 (year 2000), was extremely detailed. It was about a visit from God. I was walking through a neighborhood. Not just any neighborhood, but a wondrous, beautiful place. It was summer, the sun was out, it was rolling hills and beautiful, tall trees with pretty older houses running down quaint streets. Most houses had gardens and flowers. I was very happy and relaxed.
As I was walking, I saw in front of me an old man in a white robe. He floated in the air about two feet above the ground. I walked right up to him. He didn't speak with a voice, but with his mind. He wanted to tell me something. I felt it was God. His face was wise and friendly, yet a little sad. He said this to me, as best I can remember: "My son, I am God. I wanted to tell you this. I love you and all my children so much. I so much want to give you all my love. I want that more than anything, but you have to receive it from me. It is up to you."
He then said, "There is Hell, but it is not what you think. If you accept my love, it is so incredible and grand, greater than anything you could ever imagine. It is Heaven. But when you do not accept my love, you live without my love, and the drop from having my love to not having it is so huge, it is like Hell. The difference between living with my love and without it is that big of a chasm."
He continued, "When you are unselfish and giving and loving to each other, I look upon you with all of my love. When you are selfish or sinful or uncaring or mean to others, I look at you as if you were this..." He reached down. On the street was a coin. He picked up the coin and with much seriousness showed it to me, as if to say, when we are bad he doesn't look at us like his children, but as an inanimate object, with no love given. I got the feeling he doesn't get angry with us when we are bad, he just doesn't give his love to us when we are bad. This makes him sad when this happens.
I had the feeling God so much wants us to be good and do his will, but it is totally up to us. He smiled at me with kindness and love and made me feel good, then my dream ended. The question is: Did this dream have any reality? Or was is just a very clear, very intense dream? You decide. It seemed more than just a dream to me.