Was It Death

I am scared to die aren't you. In my dream,I saw my pet that died a year ago. I found my turles shell on a shelf, in a closet. With no flesh in side ,no existence. Just a shell, no flesh or motion. Where did it go?what devoured it, oblivion? I was in a dark room that seem to have eyes, eyes unseen,but I know they were there, I felt them touching me. Eyes that I never seen, but felt in the pocket of darkness. Some how I stumbled around and felt around in darkness. I came upon a door knob, I opened it urgently ,I opened it and there was a effulgent light beyond the door. The room still was blind with out light , though the door was open. It was like a line separating light and dark under one roof. I took my first step with caution expecting something or nothing at all. The Floor was wooden the walls chipped and aged like brown bark. The rooms where filled and had a familiar odor, it smelt like home or home was close. The dishes where used and some seemed to be washed. I searched every inch of the house but there was no door. As I walked in the bath room I seen my favorite soap open and ready for use.The next room had all my brothers belongings with a shirt laying on his bed.The next room had all my mothers belongings.The next room was dark nothing could be seen.That was the room I came out of.I ran to the bath room and looked in the mirror,i seen nothing.With my head downward holding the edges of the sink,I began to cry.