Dreaming of Heaven... Sort of

I had died. Jacob and I were both aware of this, yet I was still on Earth. I felt so clean like I had been washed by angels. Jacob and I were in his car rubbing my shoulder, feeling how soft and purely clean it was. We were driving to a restaurant, and when we got inside I could see different colors than him. I could see things how I wanted them to be seen. The booths were a camel color leather to me but for Jacob they were a hot, hot pink. He couldn’t see it my way - a way where all the colors complemented each other. We sat down and he asked me how I felt about him potentially marrying or dating again. I told him apparently I wasn’t in heaven yet because I could still feel jealousy under my heightened sense of relief and happiness. I couldn’t give him an answer.