Every now and then I have nightmares of being dead. Not exactly dying, but after death.
Ever since I was a kid, I have had those nightmares of lying in a cold, dark grave for an eternity.
I am afraid of what happens to me when I pass away, if there is life after death. Or in my case, if there is life BEFORE death; to be honest, I am happy as a welfare leech who eats chocolate all day and wears pajama pants in public, rather than studying and working.