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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