One time I was swimming in the ocean and an unexpectedly tall wave crept up on me. I was eight or so, so I probably misjudged the size, but it seemed to go a good six feet over my head. I remember being thrown around under the water but not being scared. I was being carried toward the shore, just I couldn't see it. And then it all went to white. I had the feeling of flying, very very slowly, to this golden cloud in the distance. I didn't get very close to it before I washed up on the shore and somebody got me awake. It was probably just some sort of dream, but it felt real. Like I said I was only eight.

I don't think anything happens after you die. It doesn't make sense to me. There is no consciousness after death, it's hard to fathom... but it makes life that much more meaningful. Live while you can, I guess.