Got home from first day of college and had a 3 hour nap. I had this dream. It was really disturbing. We were doing like intergalactic missions and I had to leave my body for some reason. I had to leave it at the start, slowly dying without a soul to inhabit it. I was mere vapour but felt the form of a person. My father wouldn’t let me go back, we had to finish the mission first. When we finally got back my body was all cold and hunched over itself. I held it from behind, felt the weight of dead limbs - my limbs - frozen. Nobody could understand my despair over it and anger towards my father. It was heartbreaking. I felt like a murderer. I saw my dead self. The doctor on the ship could do something about it but the enemy got to him first and everyone was killed apart from me, because I wasn’t physical any more. I had nothing. I curled up beside myself and stayed there. I didn’t think. Thinking was the only thing that defined me. So if I didn’t think, I didn’t live.