So little time to say so much

Lately I've been thinking too much. I have so much I want to do before I die, yet I don't think that there'll be enough time to do everything. I had a funny dream last night. I was playing hockey and then I wasn't and I was on my way to some town but we had to go through Delisle first. To play hockey. And right before we got to Delisle there was this car accident. A guy named Tom had died. The car was burning. He had spent 45 minutes trying to scratch his way out of the glass before he burnt to death. And I volunteered to go tell his parents he had died. So I go to this store and ask for Tom's parents and tell them that there's been an accident. They don't freak out or anything because they know Tom has gone to heaven. But there's this other family there and their son has also died. Harold. Tom was angry and drove over Harold on purpose in a freak accident. Harold went to hell. Tom went to heaven. Then Tom reappears to say goodbye to his family and I'm still there. Then Tom goes outside to be carried off to heaven and the lawn is perfectly manicured and the grass is all green and there's this half-buried hatchet with its head (like the blade) sticking up out of the ground and pointing towards us. So I hug Tom which is kinda awkward cause I've never seen him before in my life and now he's dead, and I say "See you at home," and he says "see you in the evening" and then he's gone. So I go to my hockey game.