A kid at my school fell and busted a chunk of their head off when she hit the ground during chapel. That startled me and I woke up. When I went back to sleep it turned into a guy. Me and some of my friends at my school had to carry him into the hallway. My friend Camden was just so in awe because he was watching a person die that he stopped carrying the guy and was just staring the guy in the face. Almost like he was in awe watching a guy die. I then had to carry the boy and the part that Camden was supposed to carry and got blood all over my left arm sleeve. We got to the hallway and the people that were carrying his lower half put it down. He was slumped while I was holding his upper half as a baby almost. He started to loose consciousness and his memory. He was freaking out and shaking like he was about to have a seizure. We were told to put his body in a coffin so that it could be transported to a morgue when he died. All the students that helped carry him went back to chapel except for me case I was still holding him up. Color started to leave his body and his hair went from blonde to white. I handed him off to a family member and another younger family member fell into my arms wailing and crying hysterically. I didn't know what to do so I just held them and tried to comfort them. The boy started to scream how he wants to go to heaven over and over. Once he stoped they began to put his body in a coffin. I was yelling at them and telling them not to because his body was still twitching and I didn't want him to be buried alive. They sent me back to chapel and when I got there everyone was cheerful and happy. They were singing and dancing and laughing and that made me extremely upset at their ignorance.