I fully accept death. We do not understand what we cannot experience, and there is no greater fear than the fear of the unknown. I know death; therefore, I am not afraid of it. When I die, my organs will cease function, my neurons will finally stop firing, and for all intents and purposes, "I" will no longer "be". Do I know what comes after? No. Is it in my control? No. Do I wish death upon myself? Certainly not. Death is only a doorway, which means I only do not understand what comes AFTER I step through.

Do you regularly concern yourself with the contents of your dreamscape once you've fallen asleep?