The same dream came to her each night, her heart racing as she entered the Golden Light. There was a feeling of ecstasy as her feet left the ground. As she floated higher and higher, the three swans always appeared just in time to keep her from being frightened. She always awoke with a sense of her swans pulling on the ribbons of her dress. How could she have known her dream foretold her future? For young Theresa would become the Santa Theresa of Avila.