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.