The following is a true account of a semi-lucid dream I had about the afterlife: It all started with a dream. The time was between 1 and 5am. I know because I had just gotten up to use the washroom, and looked at the clock. Anyway, I was having some dream which featured family friends…
I am known as Death. My role is obvious: I am the being that greets you at the end of your life. Before you proceed to Heaven or Hell, you’ll be visited by me. I’ll appear in your dreams or nightmares, carrying an hourglass of sand. Each grain representing the last of your remaining days….