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The Lift.

The dream is very strange indeed, the lift I entered to get to the top of the skyscraper said that it is a fast lift with first stop at the roof. I was alone in the lift and thought to myself, what a pity that no one else is using the lift. It must cost a small fortune to travel to the top of the skyscraper. I must admit that I was a little startled at the speed that the lift is going. I had pushed the top left button that was marked roof and away the lift moved. I had for a moment the feeling that my stomach is going to rebel, fortunately I was not sick but I must admit I was a little frightened.

I noticed a small panel to one side of the lift and saw that as we passed each floor the numbers changed. I stopped looking at the panel as it said twenty-first floor. I decided to sit on the floor of the lift and wait until the doors opened. I will admit that although I had often used lifts before but never one in a skyscraper. On and on, up and up it is a never-ending journey. At last the lift has stopped and I get up from the floor and go to the doors of the lift. The doors swing open and I expect to be on the roof of a skyscraper somewhere in America.

There is no floor just clouds, can you imagine taking the first step on to a bank of cloud. I am not a coward but for me to step on to the cloud was nearly impossible. Then from somewhere I heard a voice saying, ”You can do it, take one step forward.” The voice was so calm and in a way so sure that I could not resist and stepped forward onto a cloud. I sank in to my ankles and took the first hesitating step. Another voice this time louder and somewhat familiar said, “Passport.” Now this is strange I thought to myself why should I want a Passport to be on a roof. This is getting to be very ridiculous then I saw a man whose face was very familiar. It was the face and voice of one of my schoolteachers. We had never seen eye to eye on anything and I was often in trouble for doing something that I should not have been doing.

“Where is your Passport”? This time the voice sounded angry, as angry as I had often heard it as young schoolboy. Quickly I looked in my coat pocket. No Passport. Now the haze that had surrounded the man lifted I saw that a huge gateway. The man whose face reminded on my Teacher of so long ago was very evidently the gatekeeper. “Without a Passport you cannot enter the heavenly domains.” “I have no Passport and do not want to enter the heavenly domains it is to soon for me,” I heard myself saying in a weak whining sort of voice. “Then what are you doing here and why did you use the heavenly lift?” “I used the lift of the skyscraper to get to the roof of the building.

A Gentle voice now said, “He has come a long way I will grant him permission to enter the Gates for one heavenly hour then he will be back in the lift on the way down to the entrance of the hotel, Let him in.” As I passed through the gates I saw the face of the man that had demanded my Passport. It was definitely my old school teacher. He had come a long way to be the gatekeeper of the Heavenly gates. Hundreds of familiar faces soon surrounded me. Friends that I had not seen for years all were welcoming me, I saw my parents and two of my Sisters that I had not seen since they parted this life Here on earth. Then without warning I was back in the lift that sped me on my way back to a life that I knew would be very dreary after seeing all of my friends and relations again.

How long I was in behind those gates I do not know but the first thing that I saw as Î left the lift was a newspaper with today’s date on it. I had been two whole weeks away and no one had missed me. I was not ill with alcohol consume, I was definitely not hallucinating and it was not an ordinary dream I have lived through this experience and am now a very happy man that is waiting for the lift that will take me to my relations and friends. I know that I must have patience. My time will come and I too will be happy to be with that heavenly throng.