Wow, I can't believe I didn't see this thread earlier. I can REALLY relate to this concept. I can't really imagine out past a couple months. I've had many, many, many dreams of death. I actually died in a dream, and as far as I know, this isn't supposedly possible. But I actually died in my dream. I was driving my abuser's sports car and I was driving with another friend in the passenger seat, against traffic on the bottom level of a double-decker bridge, and I swerved and went around the corner and down off the entrance, and another car came around and I slammed directly into the other car. I was going really fast. I felt the impact, and the windows all busted up, and I lost my vision in the matter of about a half second. I turned over to see if my friend was okay, and I yelled his name but he wasn't there, and I felt like I was floating, and I was completely alone and there was nothing but a charcoal blackness, and I immediately asked "where am I?" And I realized that the car accident wasn't in front of me anymore, and I realized I was dead, and I yelled, "WHERE AM I?" And I remember thinking it wasn't bad, but it wasn't good. It was just neutral, and I panicked because I didn't think Heaven would feel neutral. And I remember begging God for forgiveness for everything I had ever done wrong, and I was really afraid of what might happen next. I was panicking like crazy, and after about 30 seconds of panicking and crying and praying and then eventually becoming calm, I then slowly gained consciousness, and I think my eyes were already open when I woke up. And when I woke up, my reality wasn't even half as real as my dream, and to this day I've never experienced a more real existence than I did in that dream.