Crying

Today at 245 am in the morning, I woke up to find myself crying.

And I remember the dream, because I decided to write it down, knowing that I would forget when morning comes. 

So here it goes.. 

It was a meeting with people I don't know. They were all G's friends. The seating arrangement is as such: 

Don't ask me why. I have no idea.. Haha.. Anyway the next scene was one where we were rushed into a hospital. I think something in the food stopped both G and my heart. 

We had puffy faces and the docs were trying to revive both of us. All this time I was aware of what is happening, probably because I was already dead. The doc managed to revive G but not me. 

On the way out of the hospital door (as a spirit), I saw Ex standing at the corridor. Somehow, she could see me, and I said, "Take care of G." She nodded in reply. 

I carried on walking and next I was in this river place. I was drowning/swimming AND was being hunted for organ harvesting.(???)

This is such a morbid dream. But yeah, I guess I cried cos I died.