Few months ago, I had dreamed about the second coming of Jesus Christ. I did not see him on that dream, but only felt that he was there and some bright light from above. It was brief, only to show how people would "fly" to the heavens while the others remain on the ground.
These "flying" does not involve any wings or air, but instead the whole place was filled with an oil-like substance without the difficulties in breathing. Some people float freely on that compound and going through walls or ceilings, while the others can do nothing but look up on them. Some graves were opened and some remained closed.
On this dream, I was on the ground. It was a real sad thing to remain, but happily looking up to my wife while she floats.
On the second coming of Jesus Christ, we do not choose our God, but it is He who will choose among us.