While in Madison last week, I had a dream where I died. Life and sensory experiences faded out, and there was nothing there. It was quite comforting, in an odd way. Of course, what will actually happen belongs to the (my) future.
Update, April 13. Dream: A Chinese astrologer said I would die in the next few days. I am processing my own death these days (with Bruce, Iraq and more). And I may also be in for a change.