Current mood:awakeI am walking through a beautiful garden. There are trees with ivy and flowers hanging down from them. The breeze is cool and comfortable, for some reason only a few moments ago it was hot and humid under the hot GA sun, but I am no longer there. I am walking along a path in the garden, and I see them. Jesus, he is wearing a white robe with brown sandals that lace up past his ankles. He has dark hair that is shoulder length and he has a beard. I see my dad, the place on his head is still there and his hair is still gray, he has on blue jeans and a GA bulldog shirt and a NASCAR hat, just as I remember, but the cane is gone and he walks straight and proud once again. I know that he is no longer in pain. I can see them and almost tough them, its like watching someone through a looking glass, so close as to touch them but just beyond your reach. The alarm clock rings and they fade from my fingertips as I return to this world.