I dreamt that I had died last night.

I don't exactly remember how it was that I died, but I was standing in my living room and my skin seemed to be fading away. I walked into the next room and my mother was hunched over my body.

"Mom, I think I'm dead," I said. She was astonished that she could hear me. All of my friends came over and they could all hear me but could not see me. I had become a ghost. I could pick up objects but could not touch another persons skin. The only living being that could see me was my dog.

My mom wanted me to help her to decorate the room my funeral was to be held in. She was tearing down posters from the walls and putting up ones that I liked. A boat was brought into the middle of the room and all my friends came in dressed like pilgrims and sat in the boat. It was quite strange.

My boyfriend was kissing another girl much later on, time seemed to be moving very fast in this state of being dead. I yelled at him and he stopped.

This is especially strange - I tried to do several reality checks that all seemed to convince me that I was not dreaming but in fact had died. I tried putting my finger through my hand and it occurred to me that I had no real biochemical form as a ghost and wouldn't work. I tried holding my breath, but that I realized was also useless. I tried critically thinking about how I had gotten there, and other than forgetting how I had died it all seemed to make perfect sense.

A while later I decided to walk into a grocery store. As I walked in, I could see one of those television sets that monitors as people come in. I could see an opaque outline of my body and started shouting wildly for everyone to come and see if they could see me too. Everyone that looked could see me in the screen.

A while later I'm in the car with my dog and good friend. I'm still invisible but he knows I'm in the car. The world around us disappeared and all of the sudden he could see me. We were on this road that was leading into the sky. There was a three pronged fork in the road with signs that said "heaven," "hell," and "other."

"Other!" I yelled loudly.
"No shit," he replied.

We chose the road marked other. I woke up and had the strangest thought. I wondered if maybe I had died and the road marked "other" had simply brought me back into waking life, and that entire experience was marked in the form of a dream.

A man named Sage Francis once said, "You're scared to death of dying, and that thought there is probably killing you."

I woke up less afraid of death. During the dream I completely came to terms with being dead. In fact, I was okay with it.