Tripping eyes and flooded lungs...
Sunday, May 3, 2009 12:50 PM
Northern Downpour sends it's love.
I dreamt of Heaven this morning.
I sat in a, what seemed like a field, but it consisted of only grass.
The grass had turned this gray-green color, and in my lap I was looking at a book.
On the pages, photos (or illustrations, I'm not sure which...) showed how the field had once looked.
In all it's flowery, green filled glory.
As I looked at it, I spoke aloud and I prayed,
God, Please make this field look as it once did.
I want to see it's beauty
I want to smell the fragrance of the flowers.
My eyes stayed open, and a warm light came from behind me.
I watched as the book light up, and the grass around me turned an intense green.
I turned around quickly and saw a square shaped ...portal?
Sort of like a door frame, but inside of it was a huge yellow light and the rest of the field.
I lunged forward and asked, "Is this Heaven?"
I stuck my arm through and the portal turned to it's side.
I felt as if I were sticking my arm through the "looking glass".
Nothing happened though.
No amazing comfort, no feeling of security.
No angels singing.
Nothing.
Then I woke up.
A bit frightened.
My arm still tingled from the forearm down.
I dreamt of Heaven this morning.
I sat in a, what seemed like a field, but it consisted of only grass.
The grass had turned this gray-green color, and in my lap I was looking at a book.
On the pages, photos (or illustrations, I'm not sure which...) showed how the field had once looked.
In all it's flowery, green filled glory.
As I looked at it, I spoke aloud and I prayed,
God, Please make this field look as it once did.
I want to see it's beauty
I want to smell the fragrance of the flowers.
My eyes stayed open, and a warm light came from behind me.
I watched as the book light up, and the grass around me turned an intense green.
I turned around quickly and saw a square shaped ...portal?
Sort of like a door frame, but inside of it was a huge yellow light and the rest of the field.
I lunged forward and asked, "Is this Heaven?"
I stuck my arm through and the portal turned to it's side.
I felt as if I were sticking my arm through the "looking glass".
Nothing happened though.
No amazing comfort, no feeling of security.
No angels singing.
Nothing.
Then I woke up.
A bit frightened.
My arm still tingled from the forearm down.