Watching my own funeral

Date: 5/7/2018

I was at some party at a high school with a friend, then my phone disappeared so I was freaking out and went back to the punch table to see if it was there. I kept freaking out to my friend but she didn’t understand why it was a big deal. It was a flip phone too. Then I eventually find it again, and this random number keeps texting me and I realize someone really did steal my phone. I’m working it all out and connecting the dots in my head it then I have these searing stomach cramps and I about pass out on the floor. There’s a row of lockers along the wall, like the half lockers where they’re stacked, but several in a row would be connected inside. So like, every 5 or 6 or so would be one big open space inside, but still have individual doors. I manage to crawl inside, because I know the person who took my phone is looking for me but my mind is a mess that I can’t figure out what he looks like and everyone is starting to look the same. I keep getting these waves of stomach cramps and eventually I realize I’m giving birth and there’s blood everywhere and I’m curled up in this tiny locker space and freaking out because I’m clearly not pregnant, but there is a HEAD sticking out of my hoohah. My friend eventually pushes in (idk how we both fit in there but we do) and she’s freaking out too saying she should go get someone, at least my boyfriend (who I think was Scott McCall....?) but I tell her she can’t that she has to stay with me and help me, and that he can’t know. She agrees to stay but neither of us know what to do. Eventually my boyfriend shows up and is understandably a tad concerned and confused. I thought he would be angry, but instead he seemed okay with the fact I was having a child that was clearly not his, even though I knew there was still no way I could be having a child at all. He grabbed my hand and I pushed again, screaming ear splittingly loud. Then I’m back out in the hall, my baby wrapped in my arms. Time has passed. My boyfriend is over by a wall with a beat up bat, just staring at some glass display case that’s not even interesting, but he just keeps staring at it. I’m reminded about how he’d been tested for this hereditary disease in his family (in the dream we called it Parkinson’s but it was really more of Huntington’s) and somehow I just knew the symptoms were starting. I tried to get his attention but he wouldn’t respond, he just stood there. I could hear someone/thing coming so I started sprinting away. I kept running nd running and I could feel stomach cramps again, except they were different this time. There would be moments when I was convinced I couldn’t breathe, where it felt like my throat was full of liquid and I’d cough and it would all be blood. My baby was gone, and my brain was such a jumbled mess I couldn’t recall if I’d ever had it before or if I’d just imagined it all. I kept falling to the ground and would shout for help but no one ever helped. I come up on this clinic place and I’m relieved because surely they will help. I round the corner and can see nurses so I shout help as much as I can but it’s barely a whisper. They just stare at me, and I fall to the ground, convulsing and I’m so much pain I can’t see straight. The one nurse turns to the other and asks if she’s going to do anything. She continues what she’s doing and says “well she’s clearly just faking it. Look there’s nothing wrong with her” The other nurse seems to agree, but notices how everyone is now staring. “Maybe we should though, since no one else knows she’s faking and it doesn’t look good for us to ignore her.” Reluctantly the nurse obliged and I’m put up in a bed next to the other patients who are mostly coma patients. I can’t really move, but I see my boyfriend get wheeled in just next to me. He’s completely unresponsive, just lays there and stares endlessly. He can’t move, to the point of just drooling all over himself. His hands are all curled and bent like an old man and I know it’s the disease but I don’t understand how it could’ve all happened so fast. Then I die, and now I’m watching from my boyfriends point of view. I can’t move, can’t speak, nothing. I just stare at my dead body across from me. I basically had to watch my own funeral because all these people I know, like family and friends and old teachers came to say goodbye and leave trinkets and flowers and such. All I could do was sit there and cry because I wasn’t even able to close my eyelids. I wanted to scream that I wasn’t dead, that something else was going on, because I just knew that in some way all this wasn’t really happening it just seemed like it was, and that there was a reason the nurses thought I was faking because they could see through the illusion somehow.

AI generated interpretation This dream could be interpreted as a reflection of your feelings about your current life situation. It could be symbolic of feeling overwhelmed with a situation, feeling like no one understands your struggle and being unable to communicate your feelings. It could also be symbolic of feeling helpless in a situation, feeling like you are not in control of your own life, or feeling like you are unable to take care of yourself and those around you. It could also be a reflection of your deepest fears, such as a fear of death, a fear of losing control, or a fear of not being taken seriously.