In this dream, there was a man, and my father and I were in an apartment.

In my dream, my father Jeffrey, another man, and I were in an apartment surrounded by darkness. The man was sitting on a couch, crying, and said he believed aliens had created us. When he revealed this, I didn’t know what to believe, but I chose to remain faithful. Suddenly, three grey aliens opened the apartment door. Still unsure of what to believe, I stayed faithful and grew bold, rebuking them until they shut the door. Feeling even braver, I stepped onto a balcony to confront some kind of demon–alien hybrid baby, which fled with an angry expression. That’s when the dream ended.

My interpretation of this dream is that an alien visitation will lead mankind to doubt that Father God created us, even after the rapture has occurred. This is my full interpretation based on my own understanding, and I just want to share that this could possibly be the truth.