A Flock of Crows and the "Grim Reaper" figure?
It took place in the house that I live right now, but the architecture has slight differences. I was in the master bedroom which also has an expansive closet that connects to the master bathroom. In the dream I was walking into the closet, and there is a very bright huge window instead of a small one. There were innumerable crows stuck in between the glass surface, trying to get in. I was surprised by this and immediately shut the door. All of sudden they managed to get through the window and bust through swarming all throughout the closet. First they slammed themselves into a wall opposite from the window, then they tried barging violently against the door I just closed.
I knew they were going to come through any minute, and my mom was inside the nearby bedroom dozing off. I desperately tried to wake my mom, and finally she woke and got the hell outta there.
I left the bedroom after her and tried to call out to my cousin and her husband (they recently had their first daughter, last Thursday), my younger brother and my other cousin to escape. They were all on the second floor. I had difficulty screaming and yelling out with my weak voice that they must leave now. Luckily they all heard me, and they ran downstairs. Then the dream cuts off.
In the "Grim Reaper" dream, he just sat in a chair and motionless. I was visiting relatives I wasn't aware of and an old man with a fisherman's hat owned the place. We were on the second floor. We eventually went to the next room that was actually the old man's bedroom where his TV was left on. I didn't notice the black hooded figure after a while in between conversations of other family members, and when I left the room I couldn't help but stare at the reaper until the old man shut the bedroom door.
They are not in order, especially since I don't remember for sure in what order they occurred in.
Also my cousin in my dream looks radically different in style. In the dream her hair is longer and curled with occasional streaks of purple, and wore a black and purple gothic style miniskirt, black tights, and boots.
I've never really paid attention to death in my waking life. I just thought of it as something that happens and I don't take it very seriously, never really obsessed over dying. Honestly, a wasted life is worst than dying.
When I mean "wasted life", I mean a life full of lies, confusion, no direction and misery of whatever sort.