Dreams of dying.

I dreamt that I was searching.
Searching...
Searching...
Then I stopped as I found something, It wasnt at all what I was looking for, But hey, I found something!
It was a music box, playing an all to familiar song.
The song played on asphyxiating me, And I noticed that I was dying.
Then I spent forever thinking about how painless and beautiful dying had been,
nothing at all what I expected from death.
Then, I awoke in the dream, and I was back with the music box.
I stopped and listened once more, but the once beautiful music turned morose, then to funeral music.
I blinked, And I was looking over my body, in a coffin.
I was dead, I could touch my body, feel the chill of death on my skin.
It was my funeral, And no one was there to mourn me, but me.