travelling among distant stars.

At some point, it dawns on you that this is the afterlife: the world is only made up of people you’ve met before. It’s a small fraction of the population – about 0.00002 percent – but it seems like plenty to you. It turns out that only the people you remember are here. […] It’s only after several weeks of this that you begin to feel forlorn. […] The missing crowds make you lonely. You begin to complain about all the people you could be meeting. But no one listens or sympathizes with you, because this is precisely what you chose when you were alive.
~ Circle of Friends; Sum - forty tales from the afterlives by David Eagleman

And so you waited for death in order to wake up, in order to find out whether you were strapped with spotted wings or surrounded by a glass jar. But it turns out you missed the mark. It is not life that is a dream; it is death that is a dream. Stranger still, it is not your dream; it is someone else's.
~ The Cast; Sum - forty tales from the afterlives by David Eagleman