Joe Chappell (25 Aug 2011)
"Dream I had about Heaven "

 
Dear Doves,

I have dreamed about my heavenly home a number of times.
 This is a dream I had a few years ago when I saw my dad in heaven. Thought it might interest you.  blessings, jc
 
September 26, 2007

Dream 001

On Decembeer 20th 2003, my mother died, after a long bout with Altzheimers. She joined my father who died in 1985 at the age of 56. My father had been a business man most of his adult life. He was also at one time a general contractor, cabinet maker, architectural millwork designer, etc. He knew how to build things, and how things were built. He could draw plans, and understand very techical engineering stuff. He read things like Popular Science magazine, and Popular Mechanics. He loved photography , guns, outdoor stuff. I could go on. I loved him, and I miss him. I saw him go from a robust man of 54, with hardly a gray hair, to someone I barely recognized , as he battled cancer. At times when he was too sick to get out of bed , or even talk, I would read to him, from the bible. He seemed to enjoy it, and a peace would come over him, that the morphine could never  produce. One day, when my mother , who never left him alone, dashed out for a few groceries, he slipped away. I don't think he wanted her to see him leave. My oldest brother was with him.  
I am 54 now. 
 
Last year I had a dream.
In the dream, someone was tellling me all about how a grave was dug. The exact dimensions, depth, width etc. I  saw the grave in a grassy meadow. The voice continued with how a funeral was conducted. I realized the voice was my dad. The grave and funeral he was talking about,  was my mothers. He had planned it all. It was an assignment given to him, which he gladly undertook. From heaven, he had directed everything.
Let me tell you now, that I built my mothers coffin. She died on December 20th, just five days before Christmas. I had planned to take the week off. There was no time to have her funeral before Christmas, besides the fact that no one  wanted to deal with a  funeral and Christmas at the same time, so we planned it for a few days after. As I sat with my sister and her husband at the funeral home and we made all the arangments , I heard myself say, "I'm going to build the coffin". After I said it, I remember thinking to myself, " did I just say that?"
I started building the coffin on Christmas eve, just four days before the funeral. I was inspired. It was like the plans just appeared in my brain. I never had anything come together so easily or quickly. I had never built a coffin before, but I am an experienced woodwoorker, building everything from furniture to boats over the years. I had remodeled an old english pub a few years back, and had salvaged a pile of mahoghany. There is no  telling how old the lumber was. I  had to work quite diligently, with the time constraints, but put the finishing touches on it the afternoon before the funeral, and delivered it to the funeral home at 7am the next morning. I really thought little about it for the next couple of years , until the dream.
The dream continued now, and I was walking along with my sister. She is ten years younger, and was always my little girl. In the dream we were holding hands ( isn't that sweet ). The scenery reminded me of the Wizard of Oz movie, when they were in the forrest, and they met the Lion. It was kind of spooky. There were big snakes, and they would lunge at you as you passed by. We continued to walk along, and came to an old neighborhood, with what were once grand houses, that were now in various stages of delapidation. The weeds were overgrown, and the windows and doors were missing in the homes. There was no one to be seen anywhere. My sister and I entered one of the houses, and began to look around. It had once been a very elegant place, but now there was mold growing on the walls, and the floor was rotten. We walked over to a large picture window, and looked out . It was breathtaking, a stark contrast to the previous scene. There were rolling hills, and green pastures, and neat hedges, and Mansions! Mansions and mansions. For as far as the eye could see, mansions!  The odd thing was, they were all unfinished. Almost, but not quite. You could see here and there something missing. A little bit of trim, a stair step, a shingle. I could see just a few workmen. It was sunny and bright and everything just glowed.
Then, I recognized one of the workmen....it was my dad.  I smiled at him, and he smiled at me, then  he walked towards the window where my sister and I were standing. There was no glass in the window, and as my dad came near he greeted us and smiled. He was young and strong and happy. He was doing what he had loved all his life. He stuck his hand out,  right thru the window, and took mine. In the dream, I could feel his strong grip. He spoke just four words to me, " you are not alone." Then the dream ended.
When I woke up, I realized that my dad had planned the entire funeral  , inspired me to build the coffin, and supervised every detail . As I lay in bed, I laughed and cried. In my pictures , under Dream 001, you can see my dad the way he looks now in heaven, and the simple coffin I built for my mother.