These are a set of dreams that impacted me profoundly at the time that I had them, between the ages of about 24 and 26. I will give you a bit of background as to what I was doing with my life at the time, although the dreams didn't seem to be particularly connected to that.
There may have been some connection with my reading the Urantia Book around this time. I was very impressed by this book. If it is a trick of the Devil, then it is fairly convincing. However, I tend to think that it really is from God, however indirectly. Perhaps He has displayed His sense of humor by revealing the Truth in what appears to be nothing so much as a cult book. I personally found that it agreed with my fairly Christian ideals, and in addition to that, evoked a sense of the grandeur that exists in the Universe.
Other than that, what I remember about the period is that I was going back to finish college, and also playing in a band at the time. As I have always been a "believer" in the religious sense, the dreams did not exactly define this stage in my life, but rather, I think, added to it.
What I remember out of these dreams is the strong feeling that I had while they were occurring. I do remember asking God several times to let me go ahead and die on the spot so that I could go to this place, to this situation. I'll recount one of the dreams, insofar as I remember it.
I was in a place that I thought of as a park, although this place looked like a clearing in the trees in an endless strip, about 1/4 mile wide. Somehow I knew that about every 1/2 to 1 mile in the trees, there was a strip like this. Families were there, numerous but not packed. People were as close as they wanted to be.
A family was newly arrived. I won't say that they had just died or anything; there didn't seem to be any sense of tragedy. Anyway, it was my immediate task to teach them how to fly. The theme of flying shouldn't surprise anyone, since it often occurs in dreams, and I must say that it occurs in mine all the time for some reason. Anyway, in these dreams, flying often consisted of a few hops and skips and then soaring for a while, until coasting back to the ground for some reason which I couldn't prevent.
I do remember lining up the family in the midst of all these people, in the beautiful grass, the 5 of us lined up, holding hands. I would run a little bit, and they would run along with me and be lifted just by virtue of holding hands with me. There was no particular danger; I felt that if we lost grip for some reason, they would just coast back to the ground. As with all dreams, the feeling was the most notable thing here, although the feeling didn't exist only while flying (like with most out-of-body dreams), but all of the time.
I recently had a dream like the beautiful dreams. What I remember at this point about the dream is that I was passed (into the afterlife) and that I had a job of some sort. In fact, I seemed to have lots of jobs. I enjoyed the work, whatever it was. It seemed to be connected to watching over the living or something like that, although I don't remember a definite task at this time. I did have a friend that I worked with, and I remember that we flew around over great distances, and to places other than the Earth, in the course of our work. I also remember the feeling that I was happy and found this work very fulfilling. I don't classify this as one of the beautiful dreams, mainly because the feeling wasn't strong enough to make me want to die on the spot and go there, but rather it seemed like more of a prediction, or an idea what was possible in the future.
I am still working on this essay, so there will be more as I remember it.