Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Time I Dreamt of Heaven






It looks like a picnic.

There is a field that I have seen before. It isn’t like a meadow, it is a lacrosse field. The last time I saw it, it was thunder and lightning, this time- I am in heaven.


I find out that I am in heaven through the people there, the people who have died. I see Corey and I see another man, who at this time as I am writing this, I have learned to be my brother Joseph. 


This heaven is so strange. There are people everywhere, and everyone is happy. But, we are in a park. Why are we in a park and not in clouds? Why is there no music like the people who have seen heaven have talked about? I am just in a park, watching kids play and smelling grass and I see a concrete basketball court and that lacrosse field way in the distance.

This can’t be MY heaven because I was definitely not THAT in love with lacrosse, right?

I see a staircase going down, but it doesn’t lead to anything. Not air, not darkness, just nothing. I see my mom sitting on it. Is she dead?


I go next to her, I can hear Corey's laugh and see him playing around with the man (Joseph). They are playing basketball. Did Corey like basketball? That laugh is ringing in my head. My brother must have been funny.


I am right now having a few different thoughts: 1. Why have I not run up to Corey and hugged him and held on so tight he would think I was crazy (right?) 2. Why have I not gone right up to Joseph and introduced myself? 3. Why is my mom here?


I went to the staircase and sat next to her. I asked what she was doing. She told me she was in heaven now. I panicked. NO. Not her. Why was she so calm? What the hell was going on? I looked at her and asked how long she has been here and why she was sitting on the staircase. She told me she had just arrived. This made me question why she was not with Joseph, I looked at her for a second- but she knew what I was going to ask. “We come to the stairs and say a rosary for the ones we left behind before we are able to enjoy this heaven.” She said. If you would like to pray with me you can, otherwise please be quiet for a moment. 


I started hysterically crying. She couldn’t die, she couldn’t. And she was praying for me right? Wasn’t she praying for me?


Corey’s laugh again- In my head. I can’t type it because it is not his huge laugh it’s his laugh that he has in the middle of telling a story. The one that he uses as the periods to his sentences. Damn, he is probably telling Joseph all the crazy things him and Brian did (not that he needed to). 


My mom finishes her rosary and walks away into the park. I see my dad in the distance, she is walking to him. WHAT THE HELL. Is everyone dead? What is going on? I start to see some of my friends in the distance, I start to recognize every single person in this park.  I start to realize that I am dead too. 


I cannot move from the stairs, I realize now this is because I have not said my rosary. I am so mad at God that I do not want to say my rosary. Is He kidding me? 


I noticed the smells of this park. I had never had a sense of smell but it smelled so wonderful. Fresh and light. I loved the smell. I closed my eyes. 


I turned my body and looked at all of the people I loved in this park. They were so happy. They were enjoying each other company and though I had pain and hurt and sadness, they seemed to be unaware of those things. They were just happy. They didn’t even think- you could tell. They just enjoyed.



This is when I realized I was not in heaven, at least not yet.



This is when I realized what people meant when they said that in Heaven, there is no time. These people in the park were not waiting for their loved ones to die, because they already died in their minds. Do you see what I am saying?


There is no time in Heaven, therefore, when you are there, the people that have not died yet have already died. They are just not in the park yet. 


I decided this is what baptism is. I decided this is why my parents are not afraid to die. I decided I needed to say my rosary for me, so that I could bask in the happiness of Heaven.



I woke up from that dream with one question,



Where was God?