Recently when I was at the Hill Cumorah with my friend Lilah one of the questions I wanted to ask people we met was: What does Heaven look like? And then I chickened out.

We had a conversation about it in the car that went something like this, “I didn’t get the chance to ask what Heaven looks like?”
No we didn’t ask that question. It’s a really personal question.
It’s a very personal question. That’s what you realize when your standing there – that is an incredibly personal question.
Yeah
That’s a question you can ask somebody once you’ve been hanging out with them for a while. It’s almost like the question you have to ask someone lying next to them in the dark. It’s that personal
Yeah it is.
And then I go too far saying, “You almost can’t look them directly in the eye”.
Lilah raises her eyebrows giving me a look, letting me know I’m crazy.
And then we both crack up.

So I’m going to ask the internets instead. I’m going to ask you – What does Heaven look like? In your dreams, in your fantasies, according to your faith? When you were a kid? What do you see when you picture Heaven? Help me with my unscientific research.