As Heaven Is Wide

I haven't been having many dreams in a while. Not many that I remember in detail, anyway. I think it's due to the fact that I haven't been sleeping deeply enough. I sleep throughout the night, but it's not the same. Last night, though, I was finally able to sleep like I used to. Don't know what brought that on.

As usually (when I'm able to remember dreams) I had more than one. All I remember about the first one is that there was an ugly duckling, and someone thought it would grow up to be a swan, but I knew that it would grow up to be a duck or goose.... that's all on that one.

I also dreamed of heaven, or a part of heaven. It looked almost like another planet. The sky met the stars. The sky was a crisp blue, and I could see outer space in the distance. Wherever I was, it was small. If I was on another planet, it didn't feel larger than... about 2-3 acres. Everything was perfect. There were few trees, but not heavy with leaves or branches. There were so few that I could count them on my fingers, but that’s all that was needed because the sun wasn’t blazing hot, and we didn’t need lots of shade. It wasn’t windy, either. It was as calm as ever can be. It wasn't hot or cold (even though it was a clear day). It wasn't day or night because time didn't exist. It wasn't dry or wet. It was the perfect balance.

I was with two others, but I can’t for the life of me remember who they were. I want to say one of them was Mercedes, but I’m not 100% on that. We were just relaxing, sitting on the large rocks. The rocks themselves were quite perfect. They weren’t scattered all over the place. They were along the edge of a small lake (so small that it could be called a puddle), lined up almost perfectly. The surfaces were completely smooth. Some rocks were round; some were flat. They weren’t all the same sizes or shapes, but they were all equally picture perfect. It was very calming. There was no sound. No wind, no cars, no birds, no breathing; Just the water.

A man came up to us. He was dressed as though he just came from a farm. He had his mussed hair, red plaid long-sleeved shirt, dirty jeans, and boots. He wasn’t the best guy to look at, but he wasn’t ugly…. Until he spoke. His teeth were rotted. They were large teeth, and they definitely could have used the help of braces when they were growing out. He was preaching to us about God. He told us about whom He really is. He wasn’t some nut, though. I didn't know the guy, but I knew that he was speaking the truth.

He walked up, away from the lake, to a small area that had freshly trimmed grass that was resiliently green. It was a small garden area, but I don’t remember seeing any flowers. Just trees. The walk-way was regular cement stone, with bricks bordering all around. It looked something like this (minus the spaces):

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The center being a pond; not round, but a perfect square. I think that is what was most memorable from this dream; the scenery. There was nothing in the distance. It’s as if the world literally was square and ended on the horizon (not a cube, because that would mean that there was a side of the world at the end of the horizon). Everything was as it should be, very symmetrical. The water in the pond was very still, and a deep color gray. It was maybe two feet deep.

As he walked past it, we got up to follow him, climbing up the small knoll between the pond and us. We all sat down on large stones, or whatever was around, and listened to him teach us the truth about everything. He asked about our religions, or lack of, and explained why we felt the way we did, and why we saw things the way we did. I looked him only in the eyes (again, he wasn’t very pleasant to look at) as he went on and on. We asked questions, and he answered them with ease. He wasn't a god or an angel. He was just a man who happened to know these things. Our questions didn't surprise him. He didn't react to anything we said. He just answered them truthfully. He wasn't concentrated on us, either. It's as though we were just there in the background. He was more focused on his surroundings. But he had an answer to every question I had about anything.

It was comforting.