Dream: Night of Undeath

Date: 8/18/2020

I don't remember a whole lot. I was known as one of the Night Born. Think more like the Drow or a Dark Elf both in appearance and in what I was. I was the leader of a group of people. A mix of races and skills. We got sent on a mission of sorts and everyone died. Everyone but me. I had been awoken in a building, I think it was some kind of hospital, and headed off. Outside the building was my whole group. Alive. They were all very alive somehow. They acted and spoke and looked like themselves… but something was off. Something other than them being alive. Think like liches bringing people back. Yet as if they were brought back from a very dark place. I still spoke with them and hung out with them. Though inside I was panicking. Waiting for them to leave again. One night one of the guys pulled me aside to talk with me. "Why are you allowing this? You know we shouldn't be here. WE know we shouldn't be here. Why haven't you fixed this?" I stared at him in surprise, "Because I'd rather die than lose you all again…" I don't remember his expression at those words but I woke up right after.