Kenpodragon...
A year or so before I was a JW, it was Summer and I was in my mid teens. And I to like yourself grew up away from everything. I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself in my neighbors living room. Since it was the middle of the night and no lights were on it was very dark. I became very scared since I was somehow there for no reason and desired to go back home. I did not leave through the front door but started walking across the living room towards the wall which was the direction to my home. I suddenly found myself walking in the direction of my house but was about 50 feet above the ground. I remembered very vividly feeling the chill of the nighttime air and the foggy mist which was usually there that time of night. I kept walking in mid air above another neighbors barn and looking down on the old tin roof and then looked over and saw the family field and farm house. I suddenly woke up in my own bed. I did not turn on the light but walked over to the window. I removed the window screen and crawled out the window onto a lower section of roof. I was about 1:00am as I looked around and saw the foggy mist in the field and felt the chill in the air. I was then wondering if what happened was a dream or did something actually happen.
I am 43 years old now and it seems like it all happened last night. I think that experience made me think about God and what happens at death. It was then that I became curious and several years later became a JW when I was in my Junior year of High School. I studied with a teacher and after I relayed that story to him.....well you can figure out what he said to me. But the years I spent as a JW I often thought about that night and questioned what happens at death.
About 5 years ago my father was sick and did not want to see a doctor. I had moved to another state and traveled 3 hours to see him. Into my visit we had an argument and I actually told my dad to go F@#k himself and I left to go back home. A few weeks later, It was 4:00pm on a Friday and while I was driving from work I had the strange feeling that my dad was sitting in the passenger seat of my van. It was the oddest feeling that I ever had and I actally felt a peace with him there. I went home and started working on a house hold project which I was having trouble doing. I still felt my father was with me and I completed this task as if he was giving me some kind of mental guidence.
..........At about 6:00pm the phone rang and it was my Sister. She informed me that my dad had died at about 4:00pm that afternoon!!!
I don't know what happens at death. Like what you stated and what some of the others have commented on, I think death is what you make of it. I only hope mine will be quick.