Umm so I've been feeling depressed lately and last night I had a dream that I killed myself. I think I over-dosed but I don't remember exactly. But I do remember dying. I remember doing what ever it was that killed me, but the weird thing is that I don't remember what it was exactly that I did (like my brain is trying to erase it) but after I died everything went black and soon I saw whiteness and I was in my living room... well sort of... I was kind of in a mixture of my living room and a limboish place. I was in my living room but I was alone and it was like I wasn't there at all. For it was like there was limbo and then there was my living room and I could just switch/be in both at the same time whenever I wanted. I was alone and it was as if i was surrounded by memories and other "spirits"....... So after about an hour of contemplating this (still in my dream) I realized exactly what it was that I had done to myself. I thought to myself "I am actually dead.. HOLY SHIIITT!" I thought about how I shouldn't have done this and how it was stupid. But after that I was still in my living room/limbo surrounded by family members. My parents (still alive) were there and I could see that they were very upset but then memories of them (the memories took place in the living room) jumped in and it was as if I was "reliving the past" but I could tell that the "memories" weren't actually real. And then I was alone again. And then everything blurred together and all of the dreams that I had ever had combined and then all of a sudden I was looking at my future and what my life would have been like if I hadn't killed myself. And then I woke up at like noon (that is REALLY late for me). I know it is CRAZY complicated...Anyone care to interpret? I am genuinley freaked out. The scary part is that I kind of knew it was a dream in my dream and was disappointed that I was still actually alive.