I had apparently died and was being cremated as in Hindus at a bank of river at night in chilling winter. I remember I kept crying out: “No! No! It's too cold! I'm freezing! It's freezing down here!” But no one heard me. I remember hearing the priest sing mantras and I was being bathed (washed) in cold. Looking up, I could see the individual mausoleums that stand several feet in front of my own chita (A burning of woods with a dead body) the cold moonlight. I could both see and feel the burning as it was being heaped upon me. I kept crying out: “No! No! Please! It's too cold! I'm Freezing down here!” And I remember my cries out loud eventually woke me up.