Dreams are often the pathway to our subscious.

In my dream, I stood before the gate and the man came out to check my pass.
 
He asked, Have you been forgiven? I said, "Yes."
He made a mark in his book and moved down to the next question.
 
He asked, "Have you forgiven yourself?" It was a strange question and for a moment I didn't know how to answer, Then like a light in a flash before my thoughts to which I answered, "Yes, for I was human and pursued life according to my naturally acquired ingredients."
 
He made a mark in his book and moved down to the next question.
He asked, "Have you forgiven your father who brought you forth?"
Here was another strange question, I wasn't sure if he meant my Holy Father or my dad of the soil. After some deliberation and personal challenge, II answered, "Yes, for as I was brought to earth by a plan for which I had no design, and brought others in accordance to the plan, my earthly father followed the plan as did I and his father before him. I believe in the One Who created the plan."
 
The questions were getting harder and harder and I was taking longer and longer to answer and I was beginning to sweat heavenly drops as he moved down to the next question and with a smile he began again. "Have....................
 
About that time, my mother appeared in the opening of the gate and said in her stern voice, "Hey, St Pete, leave my boy alone and quit that playing, you mess with my boy and you mess with me."
 
He looked over his shoulder and stepped aside with a bow as I passed through the gate and gave my mom a hug.