This thought has been sitting in my head all night, demanding to be written when all I really wanted to do was sleep. 

The dress was the colour of strawberries before they are quite ripened.  A pale dusky pink, fresh and clean.  It has a ‘V’ shaped neckline, and a high waist, the kind we used to call ‘princess style’ and it swirled around my legs.  It was Heavenly. 

And that is the crux.  The thing that must be written regardless of my desire to sleep.  It was a dress that was suitable to wear in Heaven. 

Except I don’t really believe in heaven – or hell.  At least, not in a religious sense.  It seems to me that when people talk of going to heaven, they seem to expect to be there in the bodies they wore during their lifetime and wearing their own clothes – which is why the dress is ‘heavenly.’  And that is where my very literal mind starts to fall over because, don’t we leave our bodies behind at death and move forward?  Why would we ever think about what we’d be wearing in our afterlife?  And the Big Question…. do we even have an afterlife?  Yes.  I know.  Weird questions to be asking yourself at one o’clock in the morning!

It was one of those topics that jumps out of the aethers just as you are about to fall asleep and then plagues you all night.  It was made especially annoying for me because I mainly think by typing and my laptop was in another room.  My mind was trying to tell me something and I couldn’t quite grasp what that ‘something’ was other than ‘strawberries’ and ‘heaven.’    

It’s been a while since I’ve had such questions – the ones that seem as if someone else, outside of ‘you’ is asking – but at one time they were a regular occurrence and I know how to put them at rest, at least until morning: I recorded the question on my phone.  Now that I knew I could pick up the thread if I was meant to, I fell asleep.  But even then I was still aware of the question, so I know that there is something about this which is important to explore.

Would the thought that we even have bodies after death imply a form of consciousness?  And if we carry forward our consciousness, our awareness… well our inhibitions would require that body to be clothed – hence, the strawberry-coloured dress! 

Really though, it does make sense.  We know, through science, that thoughts create matter.  If our consciousness after death is able to think – then matter is able to be formed.  We also know that when we are born into this current lifetime, we forget the knowledge we held before that birth, although some of us do come to be aware of, and to understand, some of that knowledge during our lifetime here, why would our freed consciousness not remember?

So many questions!  I have a feeling that this strawberry-coloured dress which came to me in that time between wakefulness and sleep, has the potential to take me on a vast journey of discovery – if I don’t get distracted by the fact that my stomach is rumbling and demanding breakfast!