The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy

Somehow, I had made it to heaven. My suspicion is that I was able to peek at it when sleeping. I find that heaven is a beurocratic, authoritarian regime and everything is constructed in the style of a renaissance-era town/city. The first thing I remember noticing is that there wasn't a single racial minority there. I remember overhearing a conversation from the higher-ups about the hazards that my arrival would bring and that no one is to know about it. At the same time someone from a slightly lower rank heard about it and started planning to sabotage the system. Later, me and a friend from real life who was also in heaven with me apparently found Leonardo DaVinci as he was entering his house and started asking him some questions. He looked less like DaVinci and more like Adam Jones from Tool, but that's not important. We asked him was his least favorite part of heaven was and he said "eh... the food" as he opened a compartment in his wall to reveal a large stick pretzel. I asked if it had anything to do with food shortages and he seemed a tad confused. I was talking about how I felt anxious and my friend said it could be because of my current sleeping position (I must have been asleep inside of the dream). I pulled out a phone screen with an unfinished verse of a rap song I was working on and my friend was shocked by how little I had finished and if I was okay. I then woke up. What I have noticed is that the best dreams are cut off by school days.

I might see if I can write a short story about this beurocratic ethnostate idea of heaven, but for now I have other stuff in life to worry about.