I dreamt that I died, 2 days back. I'm glad I'm breathing when I woke up. It seems so real. Perhaps insights to life after death, after toying with suicidal thoughts.

I was looking at my corpse. Cold, expressionless. My family was grieving for me. It hurts to see people cry for me, especially my mom. She's taking it hard.

My soul was led to and confined within a space together with other spirits. I was trying so hard to relay dreams to my loved ones, telling them I'm leaving. Or more so, to let them remember me once more. I tried to send images of my past existence to E and F. I saw F happy and aged. I have lived; I don't want to be forgotten.