I don’t remember how old I was when I had it, but it was my own funeral. My entire family was there dressed in black and I was in the open casket in black with a white rose. But I guess my soul was present in the funeral, because I was walking down the aisle in a white dress looking at my family crying. When I saw my own body dead in front of my eyes, I didn’t freak out, I just cried.
…I was a weird kid with weird dreams.