I don't really remember how old I was, but like 6, 7, 8, around there when I dreamed about heaven and meeting Jesus.
It seems I had woken up on top of the clouds; it was comfortable and soft and looked like sunrise colors and a sunset on a beach; pinkish, you can say.
In front of me was a huge long gate that went on for miles and miles, and I walked over to the main entrance. I had woken up away from the gate, and behind me was an opening through the clouds and a stairway leading all the way down to earth; I looked into the hole and could see the earth below.
I started to go down the stairs, but something told me to head back up, and so I did. As I waited for what seemed like a few minutes, I began to hear loud trumpets and saw a line of angels coming towards the gate, making a path between them.
That's when I saw Jesus and a huge group of angels; there were kids my age and adults behind him all excited and happy, but they stayed behind, and only Jesus came to open the gate for me.
As soon as I entered, I felt a way I had never felt before; I was filled with joy and love and started crying to him, hugging him, telling him how much I loved him, etc. Then, we walked back to a huge castle that had appeared out of nowhere, and it was beautiful; kids were playing everywhere, and there where ponds so clear they almost looked fake.
Between the roads where people walk, the sky was so blue but (it wasn't just blue, it was a mixture of different colors but had more blue in it).
That's when I met family members I didn't know, but they seemed to know me well and said they been expecting me and were happy to see me.
Then it was time to eat, so we entered the castle, which had huge doors, and looked heavy. Inside, it looked like a fancy restaurant with cups and plates, but the set up was from Jesus' time. The table was so long, and everyone, like what you call everyone, came, and we all ate and shared jokes and stories.
I was sitting next to Jesus, and he was talking to me, but I can't remember exactly what he said, but then he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "it is time to head back," for my parents would be worried about me.
We started walking toward a room, which seems to be mine, but after I finished telling him I didn't want to go back, he said that I could stay with him forever if I wanted to, but to just keep in mind, my parents; so I decided to go back.
He tucked me in for bed and told me that I would see him again soon, and to not worry. He kissed my forehead, and as I slowly started to close my eyes, I saw him walking out of the room.
As soon as he closed the door and I had closed my eyes, I woke up with a big smile on my face and (mysteriously full of what I had eaten at his house).
I have stayed quiet about this dream for years. I'm 18 now and just recently told my girlfriend about it; Still, every time I speak about it, I get emotional to the point where my eyes get watery, which is odd because I don't get like that.
I have questioned this dream many times and wondered what it was about, or its meaning. I am not a religious person, but when I remember this dream, it makes me want to believe, but I am still confused.
Still, if heaven is real and what I saw was it, then I promise you guys its an amazing place, someplace I would like to see again.
Javier: United States