One at night While I laid sleeping
A vision came so subtly
A bird she had blue eyes and red spotted wings
She spoke In a soft voice come
I went
We flew far and as we went higher her wings spanned longer
we flew across the mountain ranges and all the hills
People below flee from her but I do not fear
We came into the clouds where a land span came
Milk flowed from the rocks
Honey poured from the caves
And on the field lay
Eight thousand flowers
Four hundred honey dues
six hundred and eighteen Lillie's
and nine hundred and seventeen roses
Their colors are
Red,Blue,Violet
There as we landed the sky had a misty golden blue touch
As if God had painted it himself  
And then at once I heard a voice saying feast
Before me a table was laid, upon it was
Three hundred loaves of bread
two hundred and fifty seven cut's of poultry
fifty seven steaks
nine hundred and eighteen bottles of wine
sourdough bread was taken from the three hundred
Cobb salad
Wild Alaska salmon nicely laid before me
A bell was then brought to me by a lady
She wore a velvet ribbon in her hair and all else of her attire was black
She said to me
Feast never alone
I rang the bell and there came
forty mill workers
twenty widdows
fifty wives with their husbands
One handmaid
Three gravediggers
And nine children
We all sat
A prayer was spoken
We began to eat but as I drank the wine I became tired
I fell to sleep
When I awoke death was around me
He said choose to come or stay
And In my words I spoke
Lest I die
I will never leave
A land of bliss I gave for this