When I was an adolescent, I've always dreamed of being dead.

I still dream of being dead today.

Maybe it's a heroic death.  There's a kid walking down the street, a truck barrels its way up, I push the kid out of the way and I get mowed down by the wheels...

Or I take a whole bottle of salicylate tablets and gulp it down, washing it down my esophagus with Mountain Dew.

Or I straggle myself with a tournequet.

Or I use an Ace Wrap to hang myself from the top of my stairs.

Or I lie down on my bed and never move to eventually die of starvation, or an infection from a pressure ulcer. 

There are many ways to accomplish a dream.  People take different paths, and can end up in the same destination...