Dreaming The Second Coming

Every year I have at least one unique dream about the second coming. Each one has its own highlights and no two are ever the same. For one of them last year or two, the sun actually turned black and the moon was blood-red. I woke up just when the stars were about to fall on earth... All these dreams had one thing in common, besides their theme; they felt so REAL!

Yesterday when I went to bed I had my first Second Coming-dream for 2011. In this one, a huge huge massive ball mass rolled across the earth's centre like someone had thrown a bowling ball, creating a path for all on the planet to see. Next the moon drew closer to the earth and It became so clear in the sky like a huge huge tent! it finally went past the earth and gave way for something spectacular! The earth had become sorta spacey dark and out of no where I saw giant enormous iron/brass feet stomping along the path created by the ball mass. The whole earth shook! I was afraid but expectant. Finally I saw the face of the mighty one with the iron/brass feet. There and then I knew he was God/His Son/some heavenly being. He was attached to a beast (I didn't get to see its face) at his lower part. But unlike mythical centaurs who have their bodies attached to the front of their animal feature, this being had his attached to the hind legs of the beast, kinda like he was riding a chariot. His hair was fierce and his face glowed with an immortal masculinity. He was neither black nor white nor Hispanic nor Asian nor from the Middle East. His race seemed unknown, his skin color kinda like some precious metal (grey silver-ish iron-ish brownish... I don't know).
And as he traversed the path that was cleared for him, he gathered smoke and bronze dust behind him and the souls of the righteous ascended in the bronze smokey-dust.
Where was I? Was I taken along?... Well no. If I was taken along then I wouldn't be here would I? I was just an observer as usual. Kinda like John during the Revelations, except there was no angel to do any narrations.
So that's Second Coming Dream number 1 for this year. Meaningful or meaningless, I'm still putting my act together. You?