Dream.

I had the strangest dream last night. I was rushing, falling, down a dark tunnel towards a light. I was dying, and I told myself I was excited to be meeting my Maker. It made me feel better. I was trying to smile and it felt weak. When I woke up I was scared, and glad, and didn't know whether to take it as a positive sign or as a warning, and tried to frantically to fall asleep again, so I'd forget.