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.
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.
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.