So I didn't post this yet because I didn't know if I should or not. But before I do...I think I am finally getting myslef back to a bit normal...I think my sleep was off since I moved and started a different schedule and such with radio and class and getting up early 7 days a week. Let's hope I am bit less dazy.
So peface to what I am about to say: If you know me, I am not religious in anyway, I mean I guess I am borderline aethiest/agnostic. I just don't really even think about religious stuff. Kina like me and politics as wel..or econ. Also I haven't become religious because of this.
I had a dream where I died (okay nothing new, 've had these before. I died because I got hit by a car (oh surprise surprise..at least this time it wasn't some for of insane cancer). Okay what's weird about this dream is I died and went to Heaven. Yeah I know. WEIRD. And while you are all planning to send me to the funny farm, I'll tell you the lot of it.
There were different sections of heaven, the first place (kinda like the lobby if heaven were a hotel) was like this really pure place made of white icey clouds. It was run/inhabited by a tall blonde...I guess you'd call it angel..it seemed more femmine. (I know I sound off my rocker, just bear with me). Anyway this place was the purest place in heaven, no swearing, no smoking (I remeber one of the people I was with wanted a cigg), etc. It was a place that if the hardcore religious fanatics wanted to live they could without being exposed to well people like us. The Angel (or whatever) couldn't leave the places and it was sort of the hub for the rest of heaven.
The rest of heaven had markets, fields, gardens, and just all sorts of stuff. Basically you couldn't leave and be reincarnated without spending a good deal of time in heaven and if you wanted to sit and be bored for the rest of etinity, you could...but no one really wanted to do that. It was like everone wanted to do all the things they never got a chance to in their lifetimes or enjoy activities they love. It still had it's chalenges, nothing was handed to you, that would get boring quick. I could go on.
In short, I am a total nutcase. Like seriously, why the hell did I dream about heaven. A ton of my friends were there, I know how some of them died (I know it sounds morbid). Crazy stuff, crazy me.
Well I am going to bed. I'll let you know if I dream about heaven again. (even I would put me away).
P.S. Oh yeah the whole god thing in my dream, they all exsisted in my dream heaven. I didn't meet any of them or anythign like that. But yeah basically if it has or ever had a follower, it exsists.
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wow. wierd. If I could still remember all of my creepy dreams I would tell you, but I seem to quickly forget them before I get too scarred. ;)
Oh honey, I don't think you are going to the "funny farm" or anything like that. Everyone has wacky dreams. A lot of people who don't believe in hell dream of going to hell, so you really just ought to consider it lucky you went to heaven instead. j/k But you know, maybe you have (subconsciously?) been pondering all the things you want to do in life and realising that there may not be enough time. Perhaps you have recently come to realise that your life's to do list is just too long. So you want to consider that you could try again in heaven. Meh, I dunno. But you are NOT crazy. Subconsciouses are just confused sometimes. Anywho, that's my lengthy two cents.
-- Londyn
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