My mom and I died in a car accident, leaving my dad and my brother.
We realized that we were standing in an open space with no ground but clouds. Above the endless horizon was the sky beautifully lit by light with colors mixed with purple and blue. The atmosphere was extremely that it seemed as if we were the only creatures occupying the space. But we found a man, sitting on a chair. Strangely, I already knew that he was Saint Peter and I realized we are in heaven.
Saint Peter led us into another space. It looked completely different from the entrance. It looked like slum. Rusty brown brick apartment buildings were closely packed together, the sky was yellow, and everything looked old. Saint Peter said it's where we will be living and he left. I could not believe this was heaven - so I asked Saint Peter who was about to leave if this is really heaven. He said "yes" and he disappeared.
I discovered a playground in the center of the "town". The playground was full of people - the children did not look like they were having fun, they looked as if they were fighting for their own space. It looked more like a war zone.
I kept thinking "this can't be heaven" and I woke up.
