Originally posted by Henfe+--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Henfe)</div>
What was there to do in heaven for 40 years?[/b]
More importantly, if you believe in Heaven like me, what is there to do for eternity? Eternity is worrying, but non-extistence more so.
Anyway, back on topic, I might as well repost my previous description:
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OK, people, behold the dream that spanned a time a little greater than double my age, and just under 4 times my age at the time (don't worry, of course for a dream this size I cannot remember, let alone tell you, most of the details) :
I was on a cliff with my brother and mother. I go to the edge of the cliff, slip, fall down and into the water. I here my family panic above me. I drown.
All becomes white, and the light fades away to a view of a sunny landscape. A man in tan clothes and a small entourage greet me. He tells me what is happening. I am dead, and here I am now in heaven. I am extremely content despite the situation. The man leads me on a tour of heaven. It is a sunny field, with small round mounds of grass covered earth (like the Windows XP desktop or Teletubbie land, if you know what I mean), and people are having fun rolling down them. I have a go; this is apparently the favourite past time in heaven; having fun. Most people are children, the same age that I was at the time (twelve). Rolling down the hill is extremely fun; people are very happy and none of them seem ill or disabled. There are tables and people are playing other games simila to chess.
Over the next 40 years, I do not age and neither do the other inhabitants. I spend my time peacefully playing and resting. I work in the Church of St. John. He is my best friend now, dearer than any on Earth. He has brown hair, is adult, and is extremely kind, and dare I say it has similar interests to me. I call him John. Every day, the inhabitants of heaven, perhaps 24 or so, come to the Church for a casual meeting. I know all the dead like classmates and friends. I am content with being dead, and death itself.
I never once see Jesus, God, or any angels or supernatural beings. We are all clothed and human. The sun never sets; we never sleep. There is nothing like tiredness. I never question any elements of the dream, such as why only 24 or so in heaven? *
I think throughout the dream I never question the reality of it because if you died you would expect reality to fall apart. *
At the end, my brother enters heaven. Me and John wait for him. My mother or any other relatives, even anyone I know, are not in heaven. My mother is still alive. I say to my brother: 'I have waited 40 years for you.', and then wake, feeling enlightened to have had the experience.
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