Dreams.

I had many dreams, some were even funny, but one stood out the most.
I was in the school gymnasium, with my former classmate (we don't communicate anymore) and two other guys, also from our school, I think. The school itself was altered, as it usually is in my dreams. My friend started climbing the rope, I don't know why he was doing it, and I don't know what happened next, maybe those fools decided to play a prank and shake him, or maybe it was an accident, I don't remember, but my friend fell from a great height. We ran up to him, checked his pulse, he wasn't breathing. Then those two guys grabbed me and said that we needed to leave, because he was dead and there was nothing we could do. I didn't want to leave, although I did let them drag me for a while, but then I broke free and ran to my friend, crying, remembering that we could try to revive him. I started doing chest compressions, even gave him a slap once, then I wanted to do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but my friend was already starting to come to. I stood up, with a smile on my face and immense joy in my heart. Tears were still in my eyes, but they signified happiness...

Yeah, just like in the movies