NinjaNautsi

Just so everyone knows, im a guy, and i am not gay, in this dream my friend is dead. He means a lot to me and i would be incredibly upset if anything ever happened to him.
Ok so the dream started out in the auditorium of the middle school. At first it was like the lunch tables were there and we were eating lunch or getting ready for a presentation. I was sitting there, Micah was sitting on my right side, and i think it was arealia sitting on my left side. I had layed over on Micah a few times, just wanting to take a nap. The next thing i know, all the seats were in the auditorium like normal, and i was sitting on the left side of the center section. We were having a funeral for my friend. My best friend. His names is trey. He had shot himself through the mouth and out his head. But i think i had heard this while in a previous dream last night. And it just carried over and created a whole dream. While in the auditorium, the person up on stage was Coach West. He was apparently there because it was his job to do so. I remember two people going up and, i think, signing a paper(?), the only person i directly recall going up there is beau brannigan. I then went up there and had a paper i got from my friends (erin's) notebook. While going up there people were starting to leave, and the audidotium was already half empty. I got up there and started to write something on a piece of paper. I didn't like it so i wadded it up and went and got another piece of paper. I was writing with a pencil, i dont remember exactly what i wrote, but i do remember writing things like "idc about other things", "idk" about something, and i messed up a lot and i just scribbled out the things i messed up and started a couple lines down. I got to the end of the paper and thought that now i couldn't write on the back because i was writing with a marker, and it would bleed through, i knew i was writing with a marker because all the writing on the page was of a marker. I was very emotionally hurt by now, i was crying, i remember seeing tears fall down on the paper (and it was so realistic, because thats where my focus was), and there was a big heart drawn on the page to, in red (obviously, they always are), and when my tear hit it, it kinda went away and the paper stuck to the table, because it was wet in that spot, but it came back somewhat as the paper was pulled away from the table. Then Coach West was saying that he has to leave at 3:21. The next thing that i remember is going to look at his casket. It was there at some point, then at some point it wasn't, and i went to examine what was in its place and it was some of his clothes. Coach West told me that they were his clothes, and i said that i knew. I straightened the clothes back up and then began to look at what i assumed his body to be in. It was a metal canister about chest height, and as big as a circle you can make with your two thumbs and two index fingers. I wanted to go look in it. But i didn't. I thought that maybe now he was just squished in there, then i thought that he was just in there and it would be like someone had put him in a blender. I was back to writing on the paper, and crying.
Im pretty sure nothing else happend. I then woke up, and i was sweating profusely. I just kinda layed there, being thankful that it was a dream. A few times between now (6:10) and when i woke up (5:23) i started tearing up.