I was in a house and there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and The Rebbe was standing there. He told me, “It’s time to daven Mincha.” I thought to myself that the Rebbe is not my Rebbe so I will not go daven Mincha with him. Instead went to watch TV. Now I haven’t owned a television in over 4 years and rarely do I sit down to watch TV, so this was quite perplexing. I felt in the dream that something was wrong and that it might be Shabbos so I got up and went outside. The Rebbe was in a horse drawn carriage that only a king would travel in. I approached the carriage to get inside and the door was locked. Suddenly a massive set of bleachers came out of the back with all different types of Chassidim on it. I began to climb the bleachers higher and higher until I reached the top. As I looked down I saw my oldest son in the carriage with the Rebbe. I raced down the bleachers to the other side of the carriage and opened the door. The Rebbe took my son and they both disappeared. My wife ran at me yelling that I had lost our son and then I woke up in a cold sweat.
After this dream I went to someone in my community to help explain the dream. He told me the following, “Your parents are Lubavitch and your son will become Lubavitch. The question is who are you, what are you, and where are you?”
As is known….