My Beautiful Dream

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This is a short but true story of a beautiful dream I had that changed the way I feel about life after death and the fear that goes along with dying. I am not afraid any more and I hope that someone else will enjoy reading this or maybe even get something out of it for themselves.

Submitted: December 10, 2014

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"My Beautiful Dream"

A True Story

  When I woke up this morning, I barely opened my eyes and rubbed them. I stretched on the cool, white, satin sheets. The sheets felt very soft and I loved rubbing my legs on them. I opened my eyes all the way and looked around the room. This was not my room but I did not feel upset at all because the room was so calm and the air was sweet. The four-poster bed I’m in is made from strong cherry wood and the mattress is made from soft goose down, as are the huge pillows. All are snow white. The bed has a white canopy with billowing scarves hanging from all four posters and the tops are tied with gold rope. I look around the room and wonder what a beautiful place that I am in. I sit up and look around. The bed is right in the middle of the room and there is no other furniture in this room. There are floor to ceiling rectangular shaped windows and doors with angels intricately carved on the handles, all lining the walls of the room. The windows also have long, white, sheer curtains hanging from them that are flowing in the fresh, clean air. The windows let in a glowing morning light. The light is a beautiful color and not too bright.

  I sit on the side of the bed and put my feet on the cool floor. The whole floor is made out of shiny, cherry wood. I can see my reflection on it. I have on a long, white, silk gown. It is trimmed in white lace and has a gold rope belt at the waist. Somehow, I know the floor is old and has been here since time began. I get up and walk to one of the doors, pull on the carved handles and open it. I immediately feel a light, cool, flowing breeze on my face and the white curtains are billowing out behind me. It feels so nice. I could stand here forever. I look out the door and there is the most breath taking flower garden that I have ever seen. There are tulips, roses, lilies, every flower I have ever known and some I have not. There are also many colors of wild flowers. The flowers and the air smell wonderful, like cotton candy.

  I step out into the garden on to smooth, concrete patio stones that are etched with faces of my family that have passed with scrollwork around the edges. The first stone was my mother and then father, aunt, grandmother and extended family. The pictures of their faces seem to be alive and they did not speak but they all smiled at me as if they were glad to see me. The sunlight immediately hits my face, neck and arms and I feel nice warmth all over. It is the most beautiful bright light, none like I have ever seen before but it does not hurt my eyes. The light is filled with love that I cannot explain. The sunrays brighten every direction. This is the most beautiful place that I have ever been. Somehow, I know that this is all just for me. I do not know how I know but I do and this is my garden. My garden is not only beautiful but it has wonderful feelings and emotions floating around in it that you cannot see but you can feel them pass through your body. Feelings of hope, happiness, wellbeing, and the biggest thing I feel is the love. I have never been loved like this before, so completely. I also feel extreme joy and peace. It is so peaceful here, you don’t hear any noise. The only sound I hear is the water running in a stream. I can see large, gold Koi swimming in the stream that runs through the middle of my garden. The water is clear and clean and smells like the flowers that it gives life to. It feels like the water also nourishes me. The running of the water seems like music in my ears and smells fresh and sweet.   As I walk through the garden on the little stepping-stones, it leads me to a wooden bench made out of some cherry wood that the floor inside is made of. The seat is satin with white down cushion. It is strong. I sit down on it and I sink in. From where this chair is sitting on a little rise, I can see nothing but flowers for miles, covered in the warm light from above. I see puffy white clouds in the baby blue sky. The sky is such a beautiful blue; I do not think I have ever seen it that blue before. I sit for what seems like hours, basking in the glory of the garden.

  I do not know why but I have to leave. I know this is a dream, one of those dreams that you never want to wake up from. I walk back to the room that has my bed in it and I lay back down. I close my eyes, feeling complete contentment. After what seems like hours, I open my eyes again and I am in my old bedroom. I didn't’t want to awake from this dream and tried to go back to sleep, back to the garden, but as with most wonderful dreams, I couldn't’t. Gone is the white, the light, the running water, the beautiful flower garden, the strong cherry and beautiful sky. I guess I was not really awake after all the first time. I try to think of where such a place like that could be or if I’ve seen something like that before. After reflecting on this dream, I think the garden must be what heaven is like, at least my heaven. The cherry wood, holding me up is God, the strongest of all, the beautiful stream is Jesus, the water of life that nourishes us, the flowers are the Holy Spirit that gives us joy inside, and the baby blue sky is our hope for the future. Somehow, I know that this is my garden, my special place and it will be waiting for my return someday.

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