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I was laying on my bed, thinking the usual things to think, then I started to really wonder. I wondered about where we go after we depart. My great-grandma had just died so I figured it was normal. But, really, what DOES happen after we pay the fair to cross the River Styx. I wondered, is our version of heaven just as real as that of the Egyptians. And what of God and his paradise in the sky? What makes our religion so much more real than that of any other religion that was, is , or will come. Religion, the explanation mankind gives to that wich we do not understand. And as I wondered, I began to get sleepy. I became heavy with my own thoughts and they began pouring out of my mind like a stream of shining water. The solid yet fluid substance that came out of my head was like mercury in color, had the texture of batter, and smelled of the sweetest flowers I had ever smelt. I was afraid, for this had never once happened to me. I went to touch it and a shining hand pulled me into a world of chaos and fright. I was falling and falling but with every inch that I fell, my hair grew and grew. I looked up and could see the puddle of my "brain juice" from which I was pulled into. My hair was still above the puddle. It was still there, by I was down here. Here in the flashing thunderous lights, in the purgatory of billowing darkness and crashing sound. But, no sooner did I look back down, then I was in a world of absolute beauty. In front of me I saw a field of the greenest grass, trim and fresh. A lake blue like the eyes of a virgin maiden, and filled perfectly with enough water so that the ground and water were flat. I was standing in a stone hallways lined with arches that allowed for the fresh sweet breeze to caress the vines of grapes that creeped and crawled up the stone columns of the archways. I became curious, and plucked a grape. It's color swirled with the fury of a hurricane and shone with the radience of a pure and flawless diamond.