What does it feel like after death? a first hand account

Not kidding folks!

I had an eerie dream in which I was locked up in a room by some people including friends due to a misconception, I desperately try to reach out to them; my mind blanks out; but wait. I am still in my dream but with myself only lifted up from the confines of the room, able to watch others but mutely - can't communicate to them and feel that my physical self is still in that room. My dream gets cut short and I wake up jolted, as usully expected. But shock lingers on for quite some time further, about half an hour or may be more - especially with the feeling that I want to go back there and convince those fellows out there and then come back, though I knew that it was not real and was only a dream!

When I pondered over it later, a very pertinent question lingered in my mind - Did my existence really go down to the dream level? What was death within the dream was really coming back to a higher level of existence, wasn't it? If so, aren't our lives too a subordinate level existence episodes, a subroutine of a main existence of our soul? Till before this episode, I too used to scoff at the concept of having the awareness of the life finished or dead. Unlike normal bodily existence, the soul has no sleep and hence, it would be torturous to carry guilt after death.
So watch out friends.

srini.