Dreams Never End

I usually wake up on the weekends at one or two in the afternoon, but today when my alarm went off at 2PM I said, "Fuck it" and went back to sleep. What followed was 3 hours of intense dreaming. Swimming pools with giant octopi, resident assistants, me discovering the secret to manufacturing psychedelic mushrooms etc. I won't bore you with details because the dream is only interesting to the dreamer. What I'd like to recount is my feelings upon awakening. When I opened my eyes I had just come out of a seemingly banal but immensely peaceful dream. I woke up with such a feeling of peace and happiness that it's still with me half an hour later. A feeling like you get when you are a teenager that's fallen in love.
I wondered, when I woke up, if this is what heaven would be like. The consciousness in an eternal smorgasbord of new dreams. You never get bored with dreaming and time has no meaning.
I took out my ear-plugs and the night-guard I use (I grind my teeth) then I turned off the box fan. My feet hurt so I lay back down. The bed seemed to be holding me. (Ever notice that your bedsheets hold you like tentacles when you are trying to get out of bed in the morning?) I lay there in the semi-dark. I have the windows blocked off with blankets. There were only the sounds of the building. No trucks on I35. No neighbor noises. I got an Idea for a vacation spot called "the leave me alone ranch" where you are left in a small town by yourself for a week.
I got up and pissed, put on my shorts and shoes. I went outside and tossed the trash. It was very  humid and hot, but... it was overcast. Just an eternal sky of misty grey. I threw the trash away and went back inside. I sat down to type this and it hit me that there were no people outside on a day that's about 5 degrees cooler than it has been (105 for 3 weeks). No kids in the pool, no adults barbecuing. Maybe, I thought) I am the last one left.
I am still hoping (dreaming) that this may be true.