One of my relatives has died and I am very distressed. I plugged my nose when seeing it happen, but it seemed like I couldn't breathe, so I thought it was real even more, and kept wishing it was all a dream.
Me, J., R., and others are sitting at a table in some room. I think again how much I wish this were all a dream and I decide to count my fingers to check again. My hand looks normal at first glance, but I count 6 fingers! I plug my nose and inhale again, this time trying three times, and each time it becomes clearer that I can breathe. What a relief, this is only a dream! I don't notice who the other people at the table are, evidently still thinking I know them so it doesn't matter.
I show them how I have extra fingers, and ask them what they think. Then I show them how I can inhale with a closed nose, and ask them again what they think. I have to tell them that we are in a dream. I don't remember their reactions much, but I think they are somewhat surprised. I don't really know whose dream we are in, but I suspect it is mine. At some point I tell them to hold on, and I look at my hands again a little to stabilize. My right hand has many short fingers. Shortly after this, I wake up.