AestheticTotem

I had a dream that me and a few other children I apparently knew in the dream had die and we were attempting to enter heaven. At first it seemed like a happy dream and I enjoyed it, but it got pretty dark pretty quickly.

Before we tried to enter heaven we had some sort of 'goodbye breakfast or lunch' with a person who I feel has helped us achieve the things the others and I needed in order to enter heaven. There were about 9 others, all looking around 12-13 years old. I myself looked younger: 8 or 9. I couldn’t eat all the food I had on my plate and I apologized in tears for that. It were either tears of happiness or sadness. It would be happy because I felt like soon I'd be able to be happy with my 'friends', but they could also be sad because I felt bad that the person had worked so hard for us and I couldn't even empty my plate.

We each said words of 'goodbye' to the person who 'helped' us and to eachother, firmly believing we'd soon be in heaven, and that soon all our pain would be over (because despite the dream only being like 5 minutes long I somehow knew we had seen some serious sh*t).

When it was supposedly time to go, we all had to use our wings to fly, and obviously everyone was a bit intimidated. One by one we tried, but no one succeeded to even get off the ground, and we panicked.

No matter how we tried, we couldn’t get our wings to work, aside from one person that was. One person turned into a dove, and managed to fly, and we all cheered him on. Only he smacked against something invisible (like a barrier) in the sky and fell down anyways, leaving us to run stunned and worried towards him to see if he was okay.

The dream ended there, and I had a sinking feeling no-one had entered heaven, despite the fact everyone had pure white wings and tried their hardest.