Nirvana

Date: 8/2/2016

I dreamt of heaven. A magical heaven. A heaven where everyone was their favorite age, and they could go anywhere or do whatever they pleased. The world was divided into circles for different art forms, realities, self-identifications and activities. Each circle was a world unto itself, a reality for all who had ever lived or would ever live to enjoy a world like that could stay. Like a character you played or a song you sang more than you? You can live it, forever. New arrivals every moment, famous and normal and everything beyond. We all seemed to be showing up at the same time, but knew exactly where to go. And everyone was in love with something. Not someone, something. Everything was perfect and golden or gritty black or what have you. Life was perfect. Afterlife was perfect.