Sometimes, all I dream about is death....
I can't say I'm obsessed with death, because it doesn't stop me from getting my work, my social life, my hobbies and my chores done. It doesn't stand in the way of my cooking, exercising, hanging out with friends and family and admiring all the daily joy I feel, and even those challenges I find (like coming home to find thousands of teeny tiny ants swarming in my kitchen!)
But I do wake at night in this textureless ocean of ignorance, and contemplate my end. What will it be like? Will there be some kind of cheery light welcoming me to some sort of monotonous afterlife? As a committed atheist, I am sure there is no god or heaven.
But maybe it is true that we're all just some kind of code making it's way through our "Matrix like" existence. If so, when I die, the digits which encode my life will come apart and maybe re-used to create some other sentient being, maybe a worm or mollusk or one of those ants that was swarming in my kitchen this evening.
And maybe some other being will come along with a vacuum cleaner, suck me up along with my friends, cast away.