Take Me To The King
Updated: Sep 7
Many of us travel on airplanes that take us to distant lands. Flying is not my favorite thing to do, but it’s necessary to get me where I need to be. However, among all my domestic and foreign travel, I will never forget this flight—or the destination it took me to.
My dream starts with my family and I flying on a plane. There is no one else on board with us, not even a single flight attendant. And like any plane reaching its altitude, we are well within deep pockets of clouds that surround us. Meanwhile, our flight is entirely smooth before the plane comes to an unexpected stop.
Can you imagine a plane stopping in midair? Well, ours did.
We all know how dangerous it is for a plane to open mid-flight, but we stay calm when ours does. I see four beings come onto the plane, wearing all white, and they gently guide us off one at a time. We exit and walk what feels like a short distance away (and yes, at this point, we are walking in the clouds)!
I see someone standing to greet us, and my heart begins to race. He appears exactly like I remember Him, and I’m eager to see what happens. And like before, I either can’t see His face or am too afraid to look, but I know He is Jesus based on the other features I see.
The Lord welcomes us and leads us to a table prepared for a feast.
He then instructs everyone to take their place at the table. Angels are coming and going and taking care of our every need. And while we eat, Jesus is speaking, but I am unable to remember His words, nor can I recollect what we're eating. Maybe because He is the Bread of Life—the One who is all we will ever need—this part of my dream remains a mystery.
After we spend some time with Jesus, the feast comes to an end. Soon after, we are standing close to where the plane is waiting. Before boarding, the Lord takes a few minutes to speak to each of us separately. When He gets to me, He says, “You have to go back, there's more work to do.” And this is the final time I see my Savior during this encounter.
The angels walk us inside of the plane. After we settle into our seats, they leave, the front door to the plane shuts, and we return. I have no memory of our journey back, apart from a large vehicle driving us home, and our silence from all we've seen.
I never imagined that I could reach the King in a single flight, but I did.
Some may find this dream a bit elusive, as with the other encounters I share. But I know what I have experienced, and I stand by every spoken or written word.
The date for this dream is unknown. However, I believe it occurred between 2023 - 2024.
About Bre
Bre'elle Jackson is the founder of GEN, and an author with more than two decades of experience in Christian publishing and writing. Holding a Master's degree in English and Creative Writing, and a Bachelor's in Management and Human Relations, Bre is dedicated to producing media that elevates the human soul and spirit wherever God leads her.
