Back to this-- actually, I
have had lots of dreams about dying, and heaven is always the same. It always goes by the same rules every time. My subconscious seems to have a fixation on this one scenario. When I die, if it isn't too sudden, I have the sensation of the top of my head getting mushy.
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That sounds awful enough, but sometimes I get that feeling in real life, and it isn't as unsettling as it sounds

sometimes certain voices trigger it, sometimes I get it when I watch someone draw or really do any type of art. Sometimes I get it when I see Avatar.)TANGENT OVER
Then, I sort of crawl out of my own body through my head like it was a chrysalis. The whole world looks foggy and wispy. I can see my body where it was, and I know I am dead. Usually, another person takes me to heaven. Maybe they're there already when I die, but sometimes I just have to wander around to find them. There are different levels of heaven, all reminiscent of college

I live in a dormitory and take classes. Sometimes some of the teachers are aliens. We are always urged to continue moving up, trying to get to level 100 (final level) and to never be tempted to go back to Earth.
I have gotten so comfortable with this idea of heaven that I wouldn't mind if it were true