After someone dies, are they still able to dream?

What a peculiar question, that is. For we do not know what lies beyond death. Is it the golden gates of heaven, the firey pit of hell? Do we walk the earth as mere spirits, only an ethereal being that once was? Or, rather, do we just see nothing? Does it just all go dark?

I can answer this question.

My name does not matter. My past, present, or future is nonexistent. I know I am long since dead. I have known for eons and eons. You may be asking how do I know that I am dead. Well, I don’t. But I sure as hell know I am not living either.

Right now I’m sitting in a comfy wooden chair. I’m at my dinner table, though there is no food before me. Just an empty plate and a fork next to it. I cannot move, my hands and feet are immobile and I cannot move my torso. I cannot breathe. I do not feel myself breathing, taking in any oxygen. What I can move is my eyes, and I’ve become so very tired of...