I Had the Weirdest Dream Last Night

I dreamt of heaven, which somehow
Was a Whataburger that let out into my backyard.
It had a few booths on a covered, lit outdoor patio
With space in the backyard for a bonfire,
And I knew eventually there would be a boombox;
It was that kind of yard.
A couple sheds for the kids to poke around in too.
It was late late afternoon,
And Dad was there, among other believers.
(I’ve never dreamed of heaven before,
And I was sorry to wake up.)
Jesus was there, easily the best part.
He was so happy we were there,
And we were so happy to see him.
Then he went to judge the earth.
He wasn’t playing the news out back,
But every time someone wandered out there,
We were overjoyed they’d made it
And asked them what had happened,
How bad it was out there,
To get a general sense of how far along Jesus was.
Someone who should have been there earlier came out,
And we wondered they hadn’t been called sooner,
But Jesus tapped the order screen
(We had one out back for this part
And he was back for a moment I guess?),
And the note on the fries said something like,
“We have spent a lot of time on this,
And now you are ready.”
It was so happy that Jesus had the order up.
(I know this person as a believer already,
So it was just a dream, and nothing real,
But it was illustrative, if you like.)
I dreamt on my way to the back, earlier,
I’d begged you to come with
And given you my Bible so you’d know the way later.
I kept looking to see if you’d made it to the back yet,
If Jesus had called you.
But I remember as twilight fell,
We were all most concerned—
Me too—
When Jesus would come back to start the party.