Don’t be alarmed. This is a dream.
I stood up from the bed. Got swoozy. Staggered a bit, then fell. Sammy is on the bed reaching over and looking for me in boxes at the bedside. I must have been dead in one of those boxes.
Now why do I blog about that? It is interesting to me that I have here on my desk some material for pre-planning our funerals. I’ve been try to put aside some money for that purpose. Yesterday I spent some money. Downgraded my pine box for a cardboard one I guess. 😀
I didn’t remain in that dream long. I was relieved to revive without anxiety. Except that fully awake I still need to go pay for that box for this earthly me when I leave.
I have accepted prepaid plan for the eternal me. That plan cost me little – except me, which is not worth much – except to God. He pre-planned for me long ago. It cost me – not much. It cost him – death.
You can find out more about his prepaid plan by reading the Book of John in the Holy Bible. The contract it good for everyone who will sign on.
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Sweet aroma 
I’d settle for a cardboard box! I keep getting these advertisements in the mail from an assisted living home. And no matter how many times I call and tell them I am nowhere near the age for assisted-living or retirement so please stop sending these to me, they just keep sending. And straight into the trash they go.
PS I’m glad that was just a dream.
I guess cardboard and my flesh could do the same thing. Both just empty matter. And thanks, I’m glad you care.
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I love the idea of a cardboard box. I feel that once we die, our mortal remains have no value, but our soul is now guaranteed a place in heaven. I always get a chuckle out of your posts. I had a dream last night too. I dreamt I got a full blown dragon tattoo on my arm. I wonder what that means.
I really don’t see the advantage of the body remaining a long time. It’s not like it is going to late or early for its future arrival at the designated place. 😀 Now you tattoo dragon; that’s more of a nightmare than dream, isn’t it?
It certainly was that. I can’t imagine what happens to tattoos on elderly bodies. It would wind up looking like a sinking ship or a pile scales laying lifeless on the ground.
Not a pretty sight.
Great Blog. Thank you for sharing. I have told hubby and family I only want a cardboard box. I had a dream in hospital that my box was covered with butterflies which visitors or folks who came all stuck on the top and sides. I wasn’t there but the remains cleft with dignity and symbolic ‘new Life’. I’m happy your dream was just a dream. Each day of life is a Gift!.
Butterfly box. Now that is a great send off message. Thanks for your comment.