Last night I dreamt that I was dead, and my afterlife was on an island. A movie, I no longer remember what, was playing in the background and for awhile other people were there. It was a large room, rich, open, with a view of an unfamiliar beach where the waves crashed and roared over the sand and rocks. And slowly, as the movie began to end, the other people began to disappear until it was just me. I sat through the credit, but when I realized it was just going to restart I wondered around looking for something to change into so I could take a walk on the beach--there were a lot of clothes there. But than I remembered that I dead, and decided my pajamas were fine. And yet when I turned to look at the beach, a black storm was raging. No longer was the beach visible, just the black behind the glass and its shuddering as the wind beat against it.
I explored the house, and found other people again. Some were being sorted into classes, but I thought if I was dead I didn't need an education anymore so continued on. I passed through rooms of books, and as I walked I realized how much I hadn't done in my life--the books I hadn't read or written, the friends I never spoke to, and I no longer wanted to be dead.
But there was nothing I could do.
I was dead last night.