Wow. I’ve been called alot of things but never that before.
I don’t know. To the best of my knowlege you go there and sit at god’s feet and sing “holy, holy, holy” for the rest of eternity. Doesn’t sound that great. In hell you get Sid Vicious and Robert Johnson singing to you. While you’re talking to Voitaire and George Bernard Shaw. Sounds like a better deal to me.
This is not my beautiful heaven!
I wasn’t calling you anything. My question was actually sincere. I really was just confused about whether either of you were Christians because they seem to have a little different view of the place. (ETA: And generally people who don’t believe in the place don’t talk about it, in my limited experience of such things.)
By the time you responded, I figured out y’all were just kidding around about heaven. I am just a wee bit surprised that no Christians have taken offense, but since I’m not a Christian, I’ll try to lighten up about it.
No no no, in hell you get Voltaire and George Bernard Shaw singing to you, and you have to talk to Sid Vicious and Robert Johnson. 
Weird. I dreamt I went to Japan. And couldn’t figure out how to get to the airport to fly back.
Susan
What’s to take offense at? is a Christian
I dreamed I was in Tokyo, which is odd because I’ve never been anywhere in Asia, let alone to Japan. I was in a shopping mall and tall, blonde Scandinavian women were trying to shoot me with dart guns. I left the mall and then had to wait for someone to pull a car around. While I was outside I enjoyed reading the mangled English on the signs.
Well, there you go. Nothing, I guess.
But now I’m kinda wondering why you would want to go to this place where life is routine, repetitive and is more like an office job than anything else.
It’s not really supposed to be like that though, I don’t think. I seem to remember somewhere that heaven was described as being permanently in the presence of God. I imagine it as a sensation I’ve actually felt before: of being one with the entirety of the world, of being brother and sister to all life, of finding beauty in everything, even chaos, of feeling perfect love for every being in existence.
Why no, I don’t do any drugs.
So it IS just like working in an office!
All the pictures I have seen of it in tracts is all tigers and pandas and happy people in green fields.
Or big empty fluffy brightness.
Neither appeals to me. I’d rather it was more like some of my dreams - a feeling of pleasant satisfaction, and lots of naked chicks providing that for me.
You sound like a Muslim, GuanoLad.
I’ve had that sensation as well. My counselor said that I don’t need to do drugs. 
They don’t need to be virgins.
Was this office located on the 7th floor? 