The day after I woke up from having a brain tumor removed, something funny happened on my way back to life. I certainly wasn’t in my right mind, but I just have to relate what I remember seeing in my hospital room in the middle of the night a few times. I was entirely in another state of consciousness, but I would open my eyes once in a while, and from my propped up view of the wall in front of me I thought I saw a big ship waiting there.
There seemed to be people milling in and out of this ship, and I felt like I was at a train station just sitting on the platform waiting to board. I grew weary of waiting at times and would close my eyes and go back to sleep, but upon opening them again I would see the same scenario.
Afterwards my doctors told me I had come close to dying, and now I wonder what the significance of all that was. Was I waiting to go to heaven? Or was I just out of my mind? Did God almost take me, or was it all a dream? I do remember feeling unafraid of anything. I was just waiting to board and with complete peace and acceptance of this big wide ship in front of me. There were pale white lights shining dimly in and around it, of course that could have been the lights from all the contraptions I was hooked up to.
I began really thinking about this the other day, and now I wonder what it all meant. I guess I must be losing it… I mean no one has ever told me I would go to heaven on a ship. Oh well, it was a nice dream, anyway!