I was in our house with my family. Our house looked different though. It was a little bigger and grander and had a lot more wood features. I was on the top floor (it had at least three) and the rest of my family was at the bottom of the house.
I was on a ladder trying to fix something or another (replace a light bulb perhaps?). When I started to get down, I lost my balance somehow and was falling off the ladder. I tried to recover and jump down, and I was able to land on my feet with a loud thud.
Hearing the loud noise, Amanda yelled up to see if I was ok "MIKE!?" I yelled back "I'M OK!" She yelled up again "MIKE, ARE YOU OK?" I repeated my reassurance "YEP, I'M OK!" This went on a couple more times, with her voice getting louder as she headed upstairs in my direction. "Why can't she hear me, dang it!" I thought to myself.
Then I realized that I didn't land on my feet after all. My soul was still alive and fully aware, but it was no longer in my body. I didn't feel any pain, and I wasn't bummed about dying. But as I woke up I felt immensely sad for the trauma that my family would soon encounter.
