Martha Jane Horne Tingey's Dream of the Savior and Protection

“I dreamed one of my little school companions, just my own age, died, and asked me to go to heaven with her; I told her I would, and we took hold of each other’s hands and started off; when we arrived at the large gates—they were open, and a personage stood there in beautiful white robes; my impression was that it was the Savior, and that He had opened the gates for us. He let my little friend in, but when I tried to go in, He told me I couldn’t enter, and handed me a small silver lock and key, and told me I could go in when I was ready; I put out my hand to take hold of the lock, and He said no! no! no! quite distinctly, but firmly and kindly. I seemed to think then I must take hold of the key, which I did, and He nodded His head in assent. As I turned away to come down to earth again, and after going a little distance, I was surrounded with wolves, that in spite of everything seemed determined to destroy me, and for a long way I had to pass through these herds of wolves, that surrounded me on all sides, but I made my way along notwithstanding, and when nearly home my brother Richard met me and took me safe home.”

— Martha Jane Horne Tingey, The Young Woman's Journal, vol. 2 no. 4