dead, but dreaming

No one truly knows what happens when you die. I am dead. This is my story. Our dreams have plagued us since we could remember what we dreamed about the night before. There are numerous theories about what they are and what they are for and no one has it right. There is no universal theory to it. They are what we want them to be. This is how I found out that I was dead. These stories are presented in an epic poem form and they are based on the Kübler-Ross cycle of grief. Each story deals with a certain aspect of that cycle. I hope that they will help you when it's your time to go. Do you know where you will go when it's time? Would you want to know?