Dead and dreaming?

Date: 3/22/2026

Trying to record it in a hurry before I forget but the details are sketchy. It felt like a dream within a dream. My brother and I were at his apartment. It was very nice and colorful decorated. It was like on a high rise. A silent alarm or alert sounded off. He said it was from a lady requesting to be checked up one. With glee he was telling me about how she really appreciates him. Some random mix of scenes of me working on a mine or giant construction project gets mixed in. The only takeaway from that was that I hated being there. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know where to go so my coworkers or bosses were giving that look. Then I felt someone strangling me or holding me down. I tried to fight it off but I couldn’t so i started screaming for help. The more desperate or angry I became the louder I screamed. Finally I woke up and was able to push him away. It was a James wood’s looking individual. I was mad! Like what the hell? He said something about I’m gonna be late for work. Maybe thinking of that mine or construction site I wasn’t eager to go. I head to the shower completely unaware of time and then it occurs to me i probably don’t have the time to shower. I checked my phone and it was late so i decided to just get dressed, grab my tools and have breakfast. I was having breakfast in a public setting like a cafeteria in a high rise. Outside there’s a helicopter hovering and in a conversation with myself or someone else there I mentioned how nice it must be to be a helicopter mechanic. I thought how much there is to know about those things but when you tell someone what you do for a living in the end you’re just a mechanic. While rambling through that a lady sitting on a table in front of me looks around and gives me a dry angry look. I recognized her from television. I remember she died a few yeas ago. Why is she here? I kept eating my breakfast. It was some citrus flavored soup (maybe chicken soup). The lady kept looking back at me like she was bothered by me bing there. Then I looked around and noticed other people that should also be dead and I ask myself or the person there with me ‘Am I dead? Either I’m dead or these people are still alive? They can’t be. I know they’re dead. This must be hell!