Once I opened my eyes I realized that I was standing in front of a huge broad golden gate. As I approached this gate, which seemed taller than two tall buildings stacked up on each other and beyond reason, I noticed the perfectly designed art that had a sculpture of the finest creation known to mankind. It had designs that were shapes, curving, and little angels praying and dancing around clouds and figures of that nature. The masterpiece was beautiful. I reached out to touch this lovely gate and to my surprise it was warm. A fine golden gate like this would be cold, icy cold, I thought to myself. I looked around to see these beautiful clouds, unusual clouds matter of fact. The clouds somehow were life like, as if they had a mind of their own. For every movement the clouds made it seemed as if they were ballerinas, dancing, reaching out to give me a welcome hug. It frightened me at first, because I never encountered such lovely clouds that were so pure and bulging before. As if I wanted to leap and dive into them, they would catch me by observing my body figure and wrapping around me like a boxing glove.
