"What's it like to be dead?" "It's dangerous. There are things that people on Earth would only experience them in their darkest dreams." I shuddered. "Though there are good things to." He said, leaning close down to my ear. He then strutted off in his unique I-don't-care-for-the-world fashion, leaving me agape at his strange remark I knew not what to say and just stood there mulling things over, in this weird world of the dead. Is this a dream? Am I really dead? What will happen to me? Who is my friend and who is my enemy? Pray God! Get these questions answered and help me out of this puzzling maze.