In the dream I once again wake up. I stand up from my bed in the dark room and walk to my window which has its curtains pulled aside. It is a beautiful night outside and I lean forward a little, watching the peaceful scenery of our yard and especially the pretty stars in the sky.
Suddenly the sky rips open from the middle, blazing soft colors and warmth from the middle part where it teared open. I see colours too many to count, all and none in the beautiful light. It is sheer light, sheer love, sheer joy. In the middle of the light I see three thrones, the middle one a little higher then the other two, and three figures sit on the thrones. They are shining so brilliantly that I can't look straight at them, or see their faces.
The man (? woman?) sitting on the throne higher than the two reaches his hand, and open hand and tries to touch me, I standing in the window with my mouth wide open. Tear fall down my cheeks when I see he is trying to touch me, a being of such brilliance and perfection is actually reaching down to touch me.
I back away, crying hysterically and say, "I am not worthy."