I dreamed that I was dead.
My father, grandmother, they were preparing a grave for me in the cellar. I went down to help them. She was there, they'd dug her up to show me, dead as well, she looked good, exactly as I remembered. My father, he showed me the watch she was wearing, my Rolex Oyster Royal Observatory, only hers had a glass back that showed the movement and I told him to keep it, we were dead after all. I was a bit confused, I didn't feel dead, maybe a bit dissociated, but my grandma, she took a knife and cut me open and showed me my internal organs, my viscera, and I didn't feel a thing and so I believed her.
I haven't been taking care of myself, smoking too much, not eating properly...my father, he's a bit disappointed. I'm pretty nonplussed for being dead, I kinda accept it, and help them to prepare my grave.