David looked into the sky. Only a single cloud could be seen on the otherwise clear day. From the hill he was laying on he could not see the sun, but it was still early in the morning. He watched the cloud drift slowly across the perfectly blue sky. There was something strange about the cloud.
As the cloud moved quietly across calm morning sky it did not change shape as clouds are constantly doing. Just as David realized this the cloud did change shape, but in a curious almost deliberate way. A small wisp of the cloud broke away from the main part and seemed to vaguely resemble a human face.
As David picked out features of the face it became more elaborate. Soon it was as clear as if it had been carved in stone. The color of the grey cloud also reminded David of the Greek stonework he had seen in literature. David was struck with fear, reverence and respect all at once.
He knew at once this was God and the rapture of the church was upon him. At that moment dazzling flashes of light fell from the cloud and extraordinary music began to play from no where. David listened carefully for the sound of a horn but did not hear one. The music was very joyful and sounded like the kind of music that would precede the entrance of a king.
A bridge began to extend from the cloud to the earth. The bridge was the same color as the cloud but looked like intricately carved wood and radiated light from it's self. David still did not hear a horn but began to move toward the bridge and get ready for departure from this world.
Joy and peace overcame David and suddenly a great light came from everywhere at once. He heard a voice thundering that was not loud to him, but he knew that every man, woman and child could hear it. The voice proclaimed the end of the world and the beginning of the new heaven and earth.
The light washed over David filling him with warmth. He woke up at this point and did not remember anything of his dream until several days later when something triggered his memory of the dream.