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This is actually from a story me and my friend are working on. Here is an excerpt from this story. I told my friend my idea for the dream and this is what he wrote:

In the void, there was nothing. Joss was sure that he was falling, but all that he could see around him was a pale shade of gray. He felt wind on his body rushing upward, yet the ground below him didn’t seem to get any closer. For the longest time he fell in nothingness with no destination until all at once he was on the ground, staring up at the never ending expanse of gray on gray. Listless and dazed, he slowly stood up to look out at the great horizon-expanding sea, only slightly darker than the ground and sky around it.
There was no wind and thus no waves. It looked like a sea of glass that stretched into eternity. However, when Joss reached into it the water parted and encased his hand as well as normal water would. He instantly felt all the will to stand and leave his body and he fell forward. Instead of falling face first into the utterly frigid water, he landed face first onto a thick glass plate that was supposed to be the ocean. Joss slowly pulled himself back to his feet and almost fell again.
When he was sure that he would not faint again, Joss slowly looked around and noticed that the land which he had been standing was nowhere to be found. The glass sea beneath his feet was stable enough, but it scared him nonetheless. Joss turned again and saw a small brown dot moving slowly but surely towards him. It was a stark contrast to the gray around it, so he could clearly see that it was a boat. There was a cloaked figure standing near the bow of the small vessel, incredibly tall and ominous. A hood covered his face from view, but his hands were apparently bleached bone. Shadows wafted up and down his left arm, while his other held a scythe- a wicked, curved blade with a spine as the handle- that was completely white.
The figure was clearly the Grim Reaper. Joss felt as if he should turn and run, but he had no energy in which to command his body. The boat came within three arm lengths of him, gliding through the glass, but sending no ripples. When it stopped, the Grim pulled back his hood to reveal a skull, black as night and burning red eyes like two pieces of coal. He looked right into Joss’ eyes and said in a voice like bones being dragged across stone “I know ye not, Cleaner. You are not of my fold. But there is one here who knows you.”
The hooded figure stepped to the side and another hooded figure stepped forward. The ends of his robes were torn and frayed, seeming to wave in the nonexistent wind. Unlike Grim, this figure had a large, crimson leather bound tome in his wraith-like hand. It was not bone, yet it was not flesh. Or at least, not human flesh. This was a blackened, rotted mass shaped as a hand that ended in sharp claws. It had armor covering the upper half of its torso.
It was clear to Joss now that he was in the land of Death, the final resting place of all souls.
The creature seemed to look at him and he felt like it was smiling at him. That thought sent a shiver down his back. Then the creature raised one of his gnarled hands toward Joss. Two skeleton hands shot out of the water and latched onto his ankles. They started to pull him down through the glass. Joss felt like the glass was trying to reform around his legs as he slowly sank into the ocean. When he was up to his waist more hands grabbed at him, dragging him under. It was like he was being pulled through an infinitely tight space, while the water filling his lungs wormed its way through him.
When he was completely submerged, the hands let go. The pressure went away as Joss plummeted to the bottom of what he realized was the River of Death, Styx. His feet finally touched bottom and sunk into the earth, stopping at his shins; his arms waving freely in the current. With what little consciousness he had left, Joss tried to look out into the gray expanse of the river. He could barely see other people who were stuck to the bottom of the river. It was like looking at an underwater forest, hundreds of hands waving. Just above him, there were more countless souls flowing with the current. Then there was silence... and Joss’ mind slipped away into nothing...

Yeah, the story is a work in progress sweatdrop
But it's fun to develop my characters story even more in there.