Very strange religious dream. What does it mean?

I was picked up off the ground naked by two female voluptuous angels. They held me tight to their bodies and flew me up into an azure sky with fluffy ulus clouds. The light was dazzling. We flew into a cloud that was white as snow and continued about 5 minutes. Then we came to a large golden gate across a green meadow. There was a man standing a the gate in a flowing robe holding a key. The man asks why I should get into Heaven. I say I thought I was already in Heaven, and the angels look at me and smile. Their breathe smells of pomegranate and rose water. The man says this is just the gate of Heaven and I am Blaise Pascal. I asked him what happened to St. Peter, and he said, “St. Peter is the gatekeeper for parallel Heaven. This is recursive Heaven.” I tell him I should get in based on my work on the quadrature of a cycloid, but I would be happy to remain where I am. He opens the gate with a kind of hydraulic press, and I see inside thousands of angels wearing French maid outfits holding feather dusters. I wake up with both pillows chewed open and feathers in my mouth.