A childhood belief about afterlife

When I was a kid I was convinced there was going to be a rapture, and I was both thrilled and terrified of this. I "knew" that it was supposed to be on roshashannah(bad spelling) of 1987, but I was scared that all the trumpets were going to blow me apart on account of being so loud. (sort of like a big god bomb I guess.)

Anyway, on the appointed night I had one of those totally real feeling dreams, you know the kind, and I was sitting in the back yard when the trumpets went off. It was a most horrendous noise, and when I braced myself for the floating, which I was told was supposed to be a very fast sort of floating, nothing happened. Then a quirky song started playing, sort of like the snack break song in the movie "Ben-Hur" and that's when the credits started rolling signalling the end of the world, just like at the end of a movie. I don't remember what they said but it was sort of like an april fools kind of gotcha type thing. When I woke up the next morning I was relieved to me on planet earth because I was probably going to be able to have sex after all, that is unless the rapture predicters were off just a little bit. So for a month I waited for it to happen. Then I just accepted that It must sort of like one of those "a watched kettle never boils," type of concepts.