A vision of Post-Life experience

I saw them in my dreams. Endless, lonely beaches where the sea and the sand were made of tears and ashes of those who are gone. Anywhere I'd go, anywhere I'd look, only sea and sand, tears and ashes... They cried of pain and sorrow, and then burned to remain somewhere where no warmth or comfort go for all eternity. The sun shined endlessly, though it was so cold, making me remember all I went through. I remember all the times I sat alone, looking into the fields of age and death, years left behind, running faster than anything you could imagine... I knew my time was coming soon...
I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn't allow me... Strenght to move gave up on me... Seems my body abandoned me in this place where my mind will be forever trapped... All I want is a chance to go back... I have so many things left to do... So many things...
They told me to die with dignity.
There's no dignity in death.
Only pain, suffering and blood tears straight from the heart to those who stay.
Only cold, fear and loneliness to those who are gone. Again, and again... and again...