I sometimes wonder if I shouldve woke up. To put context, my house burned down November 19, 2025. A few months earlier, my dad died from liver failure. I was barely starting to feel what life was meant to feel before my house burnt down. I woke up hot, wet, and confused as fuck. That night, just a few hours earlier, I actually tried to stimulate lucid dreaming by wearing one sock on my foot (stupid, i know) , so I honestly thought I was in a wierd ass dream at first. It was just when I felt the air leave my lungs, and the smoke roll in. That's when I knew I wasn't dreaming. I could remember hitting my moms arm and screaming with the little air I had left in my body. Luckily she opened the door (we had a stupid fucking electric door) and i THREW UP everywhere. I couldve sworn I lost like 2 pounds from sweat and vomit. Im running out of space so I just wanna say that I have a house now. I still hate my life though so the end lol