St Peter.

I had a dream the other night.

Amongst the white voluminous clouds I saw a shaft of bright powerful golden light.

A figure appeared out of the light and spoke to me in a loud voice.

“It is now time for you John to receive your reward for all your good deeds, and this day you may pass into paradise.” There was a loud clank and two enormous ornate golden gates slid open in front of me.

There was only a slight problem, my name was not John, and I could not remember doing all those good deeds.

I could not believe it when I heard my own voice saying. “I think you have mistaken me for someone else.”

There was a loud clap of thunder as the gates slammed closed. The figure spoke. “Damnation, I was sure you would join us in Hades Park for all eternity. The figure stepped in front of the gates
and I could clearly see Satan with horns and tail. Behind him the beautiful gate had transformed into burning uprights with human skulls on top.

I was left in a quandary, was I disappointed at the loss of paradise or thankful I had not stepped into hell?