Forgotten Dream

Patrick Morgan
1 min readOct 10, 2016

May 22, 2014
Last night I dreamed I was at the door to heaven. It was a plain white door and I was holding on to the handle, feeling a sense of weariness and relief, thinking and saying to myself “Finally”. I did not open the door but rather looked back and called to my dog, Lance, waiting for him to join me before we both went in. This looked like the same door I saw Jesus holding open for Toby dog who ran in through the door with his usual smile and happy tail wagging. That dream was a day or two after Toby died in September, 2012.

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Patrick Morgan

Artist, Animal lover, Agoraphobic, retired Modern Dancer and Finance guy.