I had a nightmare about the day I found out my best friend committed suicide. Everything from waking up in the morning, having breakfast, getting on the school bus, the asshole bully that somehow knew about it and was making fun of it (I didn't believe him), getting called to an emergency assembly of our year, finding out the news, breaking down and then wandering around the school for a few hours before someone noticed me, guided me to the office and had my mum pick me up from school.
The worst thing was the fact I was conscious of it all. I knew my friend was dead. I figured out I was reliving the whole day over when I was on the bus and that asshole was sitting behind me talking about it.
I was fully aware of everything going on but I had no control over my actions in the dream. It was like watching a movie. I couldn't wake up until the day finished with me being sedated. It was fucking awful.