Dream of dying at a party Nobody notices

"So I died. Not dramatically. I was at this house party, some friend-of-a-friend's place with the sticky floors and the string lights that were too bright, and I just... stopped. Like someone unplugged me. I remember sliding down the wall a little and thinking "huh" and then I was looking at the whole thing from up near the ceiling. Nobody noticed for a while. That's the part I keep coming back to. People kept talking, someone was doing that thing where they open a beer with another beer, the music was that same song that was everywhere that summer. My body was just sitting there against the wall with a red cup still in its hand, not even spilled. Perfectly upright cup. That bothered me for some reason. Still does. Then this girl I barely know from work pointed at me and said "is he okay" and everyone turned and looked and then just... went back to talking? Like someone said "oh he's fine" and that was that. I wanted to yell. I tried to yell. Nothing came out. Not even a whisper. Just this pressure in my chest that wasn't a chest anymore. The scene changed. I'm at my own funeral but it's in a laundromat. My mom is folding towels. My boss is there eating a sandwich. Somebody's kid is running around and I keep thinking "someone should stop that kid" but nobody does and it doesn't matter because I'm dead and also the kid is fine, the kid is having a great time actually. I woke up around 3am completely calm. That's the weird part. No racing heart, no panic. Just this flat feeling like a screen that's been turned off. I lay there and stared at the ceiling and thought about that red cup not spilling. Drove to work the next day and everything looked the same but I kept catching myself checking. Like, patting my own chest to make sure I was still in there. Still am, I guess."