This was a dream I had pretty disturbing I must say

I walked on a road not paved with gold
I walked in the shade not made by trees
I felt so small between colossal shapes
Where am I?
Did I die?
I looked at my hands stained with red
I looked at the sky filled with dark clouds
Where am I?
Is this a dream or did I die?
I walked on this road that was marked life
The road was long and hard
I finally arrived at the great gates of death
There i saw a skeletal figure cloaked by the shadows of a fallen oak tree
He looked and stared with an emotionless glare
He turned his head and opened his mouth
Softly whispering into my mind
Puer ad quode facit vitea  lance pendet ?