I had this dream last night, just wanted to write it down.
In my dream I am walking down the streets of heaven. I am new there, but I don't remember dying. As I walk by one of the houses, a friend of mine with curly gray hair shouts to me from a second story window and comes rushing out on his balcony to talk to me. He is very excited. "Remember those drawings I did in first grade?" he asks me excitedly, and I visualize a simple drawing of a heart made in crayon. "Well," he says, "turns out I am meant to be a sculptor! God was calling me into my artistic talent, but I ignored him. I can't stay to talk, I can't wait to get back to my studies. In a few weeks, I should be ready to start working in stone!" He rushes back inside, and I shake my head and smile, and walk on down the road. Next I come to a library and, being a lover of books, I stop to look around. Inside it is all dark wood book shelves and plush chairs and desks and windows with stained glass. Very cozy and expensive looking at the same time. I notice some books lying open on a table, and next to them some paper with writing on it. Looking closer, I realize that the writing is a correspondence between Blanca and Nate, discussing some books they are reading on theology. I can tell from their writing that they are very enthusiastic and excited about what they are learning as they read, and enjoying the dialogue with each other. It seems to me that they are both studying to be theologians. Then I leave the library, stepping into the street again. Now I know where I am going. I am going to my house, a cottage down the road, to meet my daughter. I am going to teach her how to fly. She is about 6 - 8 years old. I get to the cottage and my daughter rushes out to meet me. I tell her we are going to fly along side a plane just in case we need any help. I hold her hand and we fly up into the air, towards a plane in the distance. All is well until we get up to the plane. Then all of a sudden I am worried that if we don't get attached to the plane right away, we will fall. When I look down at the green earth and the blue-white clouds below me, I know I will be fine if I do fall, but I am still scared. Now I have become the little girl, and it is my daddy who is flying with me. I keep switching perspective between being the little girl and the adult, and watching the scene from outside. We hook ourselves on to the outside of the plane and it is very tense for a few minutes. The hooks keep slipping and I have to hold on to the plane for dear life. Finally the door opens and we get in, and I am the adult again. There is a pilot and two kids in the plane. The pilot turns around and he is someone I knew before who was missing both of his legs from an accident, but now he is whole! God has given him a beautiful body. The pilot is also very excited about what life has in store for him now. He tells me how he is going to be in a ballet soon, give the performance of a lifetime, extremely demanding leg work. He looks lovingly over at the two kids he has with them and tells me how he has adopted them since he got here (to heaven.) There parents didn't make it, and they were sad about it, but now he is a parent to them and that makes all of them happy.
There was more to the dream after that, but I can't remember. Feel free to comment!
- Susan Keltner |