Today I had a dream that I was dead.

For some reason I was a boy, about seventeen, very pretty.
I was completely dead, non-existent, and it felt good: very natural and quiet. It felt nice. Not painful or troublesome.
But there was something wrong with my dying process: I understood that I had to come back to life. To come back to my earthly home.

I had three ways...
I chose the second one that was to come back not in my actual body

And then I suddenly woke up
O__o