all eyes on me

I don’t remember what happened to cause me to die, but I remember lying on a trail in the woods, slowly dying. I remember thinking, “Am I actually dying? Every time I die, I wake up in the end because it was just a dream. What if it isn’t this time? What if this is the last thing I’ll see, and the last thing I experience? What if I never see any of my loved ones again?”

And that’s when I woke up. It was all so real, and sort of traumatizing to think that I might actually be dying. So it was pretty damn nice to wake up in my bed and know that I’d be seeing my friends and family again.

I’m feeling sorta haunted by the experience.