DREAMS OF MY BLATHER

Heaven …

Lately I’ve been thinking about it…

Not because I sense my own mortality…

But because I’ve been reading some books…

That delve into the concept of Heaven.

Well, I have my own thoughts and concerns…

One being: what’s the temperature there?

My idea of the perfect temp is 85 with humidity…

My sister’s is 75, no humidity…

So? Does Heaven accommodate both?

And If Hell is the opposite of Heaven…

And Hell is an inferno…

Then is Heaven frozen?

And I sure hope that Heaven isn’t a dreamlike state…

Because my dreams are like a Salvador Dali painting...
They don't make sense...

And I like the sense of this earthly realm…

I can count on the sun rising and setting everyday…

And there's order in this physical realm...
With no faceless people popping up out of nowhere…

To chase me!

And I hope there are no keypads with a code to enter…

Or there's a password to remember…

Because if there are, I'll probably forget them.

(Can I bring my little password book with me?)

And why do I even mention all this this morning?

Because I went to bed…

Wondering what I’d blog about today...

And this is what I woke up with in my head.

So maybe my dreams do have a function after all?

I just wish they came with a cheat sheet.

So?

Do you believe in Heaven?

And do your dreams work for you?

Always, Em-Musing

P.S. I do have my own password for Heaven…

It's Jesus Christ