It wasn't a bad death. I was in space, trying to fix the hull of my ship before we sank out of orbit into the atmosphere, but I couldn't quite get it done. I remember sinking through the atmosphere and knowing I was dying, but it wasn't unpleasant or burning -- I just fell and fell, and then landed somewhere crowded on my feet. I knew I was dead, but wasn't sure where I was, and then shortly thereafter I woke up and pondered on the dream.
In retrospect, the place I landed looked like the DMV. Was I in hell?
I don't want to go back to work. I did nothing at all yesterday but, pretty much, sit around. So therefore I need a day to be productive in. Back to work I go.