"You died in a hotel in 1984. Everything since then has been a dream."

I had a surreal dream this morning, and I do mean surreal. It goes like this:

I'm laying in bed, and there's a knock at the front door. As I walk to the front door, it's dark in the apartment, and I see white light coming in from all sides of the door, with a lot of it coming in from under the door. I open the door, and my wife is standing there, with this white glow all around her.

I don't even get a chance to say anything, and she says, "You died in a hotel in 1984. Everything since then has been a dream."

With this, I instantly wake up back here in the physical world. Besides thinking "holy crap", I also take time to think about it. Yes, I did spend a lot of time in a hotel in 1984, in Texas to be more specific. (I don't remember the name of the town, but it may have been Nacogdoches.) Did I really die there (like Vanilla Sky), and this is some sort of dream? Now that would be cool.