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From: Texas Vegan (dialup-216-40-192-71.ev1.net)
In Reply to: Re: Dreams posted by Misty on April 28, 2004 at 12:10 pm:
I visited my grandparents (on my mother's side) a few years ago (late '90s) in Heaven or whatever you prefer to call it. Greek architecture and roads not paved with gold, as my Protestant upbringing taught me, but covered with gold dust. The colors were more vivid and clear than any high definition television or Technicolor movie ever made! The entire place was lit not by a sun in the sky but a great light at ground level over the horizon. They took me to a room where I saw myself sitting in three places at once. At one place, I was at a typewriter, at a second place I was at an easle painting and at the third place I was playing a grand piano. I can understand the typewriter. I do like to write poetry and I am trying to develop some ideas for some novels, but what's with the easle and the piano? My brief moment in Heaven was over all too soon. I keep hoping they'll invite me back but that was many years ago and they have yet to return. *sigh!* --Tex
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