Muezza (my cat who passed away a couple weeks ago) is alive and sitting on the bed in my bedroom. First I notice her shadow on the ceiling, and she does too, and then I see her, and she looks at me. Her eyes are strange, closer together than they should be, and with bags under them like somebody who is sick or tired. She apparently died for a couple days, then woke up and crawled out of her grave perfectly alive.

Somebody is there, and we joke about how she must have felt, like "dang, I feel like I just died for a couple days."