Your dream trumps mine. I can attribute mine to the clock radio impinging on my dreaming mind. Yours was a bit more prophetic.
I still break down and cry when I try and tell someone about it in person. Luckily, you can’t see my eyes tearing up now. I have posted my dream several times on FR since the attack and I build up enough courage to try and tell a few people in person, but I can never make it past the angel without sobbing.