Last night I had an interesting dream.
In it I worked at a large bookstore, like a Borders or a Barnes & Noble. I had a small office off of the main sales floor where I worked, and in the dream, I walked in to my office to find three or four customers standing there, waiting to make purchases. I didn’t have a cash register, so I escorted them out on the main floor to the cashier’s station, where to my surprise and delight I found Kitty, my assistant manager from the bookstore I ran up in Tennessee many years ago. Kitty passed away earlier this year, and this was the first time she has appeared in a dream of mine for quite some time — certainly the first time since her passing. We both smiled as we greeted each other, and then I teasingly said, in an allusion to her death, “Kitty, it’s great to see you! But does this mean I’m in heaven?”
“Not exactly,” she replied, her eyes twinkling. “You see, heaven is in you.”