Beauty and contentment itself, Please tell me this isn't a dream... Options

[Paradox of Life]

Welcome to paradise, this voice echoed in my head. Paradise? I felt the warm rays of light, of happiness melt across my face and my body. My hair, my skin, I felt perfect. I felt like I didn't need to change for anyone, I didn't need to meet up to anyone's standards. I felt like I had no boundaries, that I was everything I had always wanted to be and that it was alright. I felt free.
I found myself in a gown of white silk and it felt soft and comfortable against my skin. I didn't worry about how I looked because it seemed that I knew for a fact, that there was nothing to worry about.
I looked around me. Grass. Grass, endless grass! Green, healthy, sprouting grass. And trees. Trees abloom with flowers that the current season had never offered, blowing through the air. Pink, white petals and a breeze that sent the beautiful fragrance toward me. There was nothing to worry about, the breeze whispered to me as it blew away.
I smiled and closed my eyes, praying that this would not all disappear. I still felt the warmth of happiness, the smell of freedom, the breeze of forgiveness. Oh, the absolute ecstasy, the feeling I had long forgotten. Tears streamed down my face and I wasn't ashamed. I smiled and laughed and cried and ran through the grass, feeling the dew on my feet. The doves cooed, the trees rustled their perfect leaves, the flowers swayed in the breeze. It was all so perfect!
I slowly stopped running and the air dried the tears on my face. Where was I? Why was this happening? It must be a dream..
No...
Then suddenly, it struck me, the events of my life replayed in my head as if it were trying to remind me, to tell me something. I fell into the grass, but I didn't hit the ground, I kept falling. I get it now..
It was all too perfect.
This is what I wish my life was.
Perfect.
But because I could not accept that it wasn't...
...
I'm dead...

[illumineering]

Isn't it unique that the acceptance and perfection of death is set in imagery, emotions and feelings associated with life? That's quite a paradox. Nice job!