On the topic of death

This morning, just before I woke up, I dreamt that I was shot in the back.  The bullet passed through me instantly, but that split second seemed like a lifetime.  In that short moment before I died images and thoughts flashed through my mind.  These abstract conjurations seemed to answer all of the questions I had.  Then suddenly everything faded white.  Like when the ‘real world’ fades into the construct when Neo learns what the Matrix is.  Then I woke up.  I don’t remember anything I learned, or the questions that were answered.