I wish that when we died we went to a place where we could live out our best sleeping dreams.

A lot of my dreams involve reunions with people I’ve loved and lost, so I’ve hoped that’s so, too.

How do you know we don’t? Maybe that’s what the best dreams are. Glimpses of the other side.

A lovely thing to contemplate. 🙂

Who's to say you don't. Believe whatever you want to believe, maybe it will come true.

There's no harm in believing in that if that's what you would like to happen.

Think of your happiest memory and turn off the timer so it lasts forever. Is that what happens when we die? Or our worst nightmare? Is that heaven Vs hell?