Have you ever been so deep into a dream that you think it's real?

There's always one thing that tips you off, the elongation of legs, a hat, and you're out of it. 

Awake to the little sound of thunder rumbling in the distance, waiting to slip back in but not able to, left with a funny sadness, a funny nervouseness in your stomach. Unsure of what happened.

I've never seen a dead body in real life. Except, I suppose, those made-up heavily, lying still in their caskets.
I think what I'm trying to say is I haven't seen too much yet. 

There is still, maybe, so much time left for me.