I had a dream that I was an angel, and some guy who looked like Marty Balin kept chasing me around trying to slice off my wings with a machete under the orders of SATAN. But he abandoned it and was all, "Can't we all just get along?" He became a folk-rock Quaker... XD

I didn't know demons had mighty Marty Balin muttonchops. XP

I think that if I died, I would rather be an Oread (a nymph of a mountain or cave) or a hitchhiking ghost than an angel. One, I don't wanna fly. It's not so much that I'm afraid of heights--it's just that, if God had meant human beings to fly, She woulda given us wings and hollow bones while giving us nifty adaptations. Even after death, I think I'd be terrified of flying.

But I'd love to hang out on mountains dancing with nature-spirits and stuff. :D Like an Oread of old. Or be a helpful hitchhiking ghost. Either one.

I once had a dream where, when we died, we were herded to a hallway. This hallway had millions of doors where we got to pick the afterlife we most believed in. Well, I wasn't sure WHAT I believed about death, so God gave me a halo and a nifty robe and told me to be a tour guide for one particular wing of the afterlife. XP