I had a strange dream. I was walking a friend to her car (don’t remember who the friend was), and I looked up toward the sky. I saw huge angel wings—they kept getting closer and closer, they were so clear to the sight. Then the sky rolled back and Jesus’ face appeared. I felt an electrical shock go through my entire body; I fell to my knees with tears streaming down my face—I could not speak or say a thing. Then a field appeared and my brother came walking up; he looked years younger and was smiling, he had a glow around him, he was beautiful. I told him, “I thought you were going away,” and I was hugging him. He said, “I am going longer than I first thought.” His sixteen-year-old son was standing behind me; he acted like he never saw a thing. Please help me figure this dream out.