National Day activity --- time waster, but fun.

I slept in the afternoon. This time I was in some cool building, which was really tall, or deep. There was a loud commotion, and I found out that the 4B students (don't ask me why, I don't control dreams) were rebelling. Or something like that. I led some people up the winding stairs to the top where they were. Before I could do anything, one of them shot me. And at that time I think that I died. I wouldn't say that it was really cool, but it was. The feeling was indescribable. At that time, I thought I was sleeping or shocked from the sudden attack. It was just pure darkness for a while. I tried to force myself to wake up but in vain. Even my breathing had stopped, but it didn't seem I was suffocating. It was a really weird sensation. Then my vision returned and I realized I was a form of ghost, where we just meaninglessly existed. I could see other people who had died before. I saw Marcel, again I don't know why. Then a sudden presence I felt, unnatural but familiar, and I recognized her at once. It was that split second after what I was excited, shocked, sad to see, that I woke up.

It was after I woke, thinking about the dream in bed. It was extremely real, not like other blurred or distorted dreams. It occurred to me that that sensation would be what she had felt before, where you thought you were asleep and tried to wake up. To wake up to your family, to your friends, to anyone else special. But you would know it was impossible, you were dead already.
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