"Next stop... Death Valley."

What?! I didn't want to go to Death Valley! There's nothing there. Death Valley is the lowest, hottest, driest place in the United States. Surely nothing and no one lives there.

Why would the airline employees put me on a plane to Nowheresville? Unless, I think, Death Valley is the place someone goes when they (gulp) die. If that was the case, then I was on the proverbial boat crossing the River Styxx, never to return.

Only one way to find out. Pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.

But when I pinch myself, my fingers go right through my arm. I am ~ already ~ in spirit form.