
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?”