It felt so real. I just remember the part of my dream where people were asked to gather and our names were individually called. We were told that we were all dead and were actually ghosts. Which I didn’t believe at first because I just talked to my friends and family the night before. But then I get the overwhelming feeling that I was drowning even though I was on dry land– almost like something kept me rooted down and I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t cry out for help as much as I wanted to. I was then convinced that I must’ve been dead. I must’ve drowned in a river. I was so confused and scared. Even more so when the ominous voice that called out our names individually told us to go somewhere– what I felt would be the afterlife. And I tried to resist going but some force was tagging me along the same direction as the other people. And then I woke up and double checked. I’m alive.