How Beautiful Heaven Must Be

Dream about heaven

Andrea and I were in heaven. I’m assuming we died and went to heaven. It wasn’t like we got a free pass to preview heaven.  We were there under what would be normal circumstances.  I don’t know how we died.  If I dreamed that part, I don’t remember it.  And I assume that we died at the same time.  Anyway, we were in a room that appeared to be like the lobby of a church but was about the same size as our living room.  There were people milling around in that room and we could see people in a hallway outside of the room we were in.  I didn’t recognize anyone there. We were sitting on the floor against a half wall.  There were no chairs in the room.  Apparently, there are no chairs in heaven. The walls were a grey color.  And they were playing contemporary praise and worship style music.  I don’t really care for most praise and worship music.  I was not enjoying the music I heard. I was thinking “Who programs the music in heaven?” 

Soon, the whole place transformed but not much.  The walls changed from grey to a cream color.  The music changed but the new music was still praise and worship songs and they weren’t better songs. And all the people in the room changed to a different set of people. I still didn’t know anyone in the room. But this time when the people changed, Andrea was no longer next to me.

Soon after this, I tried to locate Andrea.  I ended up talking to her on the phone.  I don’t remember if I called her, or if she called me.  But I do know I was talking to her on a white, wall mounted, rotary dial phone.  So, heaven has no chairs and white, wall mounted, rotary dial phones.

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