Could the rapture occur during the time of Obama?

As if I am a voyeur, I see a tall black man standing in my uncle’s backyard.  (My deceased uncle’s name is Matthew).  The man is standing under a large tree (an oak or sycamore, though no mottling on trunk) and he is dressed in a brightly colored suit (either primary blue or purple).  The sun is shining.  It is obviously spring or summer, given the color of the suit.  Suddenly there is an abrupt change in the weather.  It begins to snow.

The scene changes . . . 

Though I cannot see myself, I’m entering the back of my uncle’s house (an entrance that does not exist in reality).  Inside, the space is not representative of the actual layout of my uncle’s house.  The space is dark and filled with empty wooden crates.  Though I cannot see myself, I am aware that I am standing in a back room with a window (the only window) on the left.  On the other side of this room, as if through a wide doorway (but not exactly), I see my (deceased) mother standing in a housedress.  She is not smiling, only watching.  We are aware of each other.  Whenever I see her in a dream, I know to pay attention.

Below the window, there are 2 or 3 crates stacked one atop the other.  On the top crate is an old-fashioned color television (i.e. not a flat screen).  On the roughly 19-inch screen is a head shot of President Obama, who is speaking.  The American flag is behind him.  The colors, red, white, blue—all colors—of his suit, face—are extremely vivid.  Almost oily.  However, I cannot sense his mood.

Although I do not see myself, I am at the window.  What I believe are fireworks begin to explode in the sky outside the window.  Then the “fireworks” seem to become more sinister and I sense that the explosions are the explosions of war.

When the explosions cease, a procession of felt-skinned muppet-like aliens, male and female, descend out of the night sky, slowly, as if floating along invisible stairs.  (This is the second time I have dreamt of them descending from the sky.  Ironically, “felt” is defined as an unwoven fabric made by matting together fibers of wool, fur, or hair through pressure and the use of heat, chemicals, etc.)  The aliens come in non-human colors: purple, green, etc., no white, no black.  They have strange faces and shapes like muppets.  They are regal, like royalty; and their dress is elaborate in design and texture.  They do not speak.

There is an extreme shift in scenes.

As a voyeur, I see the backs of three figures walking at night down a smooth and black asphalt road that winds.  There is absolute peace and quiet.  I am aware that I am a child and my sibling is a child, both under the age of ten years old.  We are shadows.  The shadow in the middle holding our hand is a male figure, a father figure.

Before us are mansions in the Tudor style.  They are huge.  They tower before us as we walk down the road.  Yellow light glows from some of the windows.

The child on the left is me.  I hear this child say:

“Which mansion is mine?”

The father figure answers:

“Any one you want.”

The child trusts the father figure; she has a sense of happiness and well-being….

The dream ends and (because the details of the dream are so extremely vivid), I awake feeling as if I have had a vision.  Dreamt in late 2009 or early 2010, do you think that this dream is prophetic?  Or was this the fantastic stuff of indigestion?

Disclaimer: At no time during the composition of this post was the editor under the influence of any legal or illegal substances;-)