I'm somehow on a life raft. How did I get onto a life raft; I don't ever go on boats, for this reason. 

From somewhere, I hear a voice. Who's speaking, though? "The raft you're on can only hold 100 people, but 250 people need to be on it. You decide who survives. Choose."

Who said that, though? I'm not the Captain, nor crew! Why is it me who has to choose who lives and who dies?

Suddenly, the whole crowd of 250 is looking at me, and I feel pressured. 

But I can't decide! It's not my responsibility, dammit!

The voice speaks again. "Choose!"

I try to speak, to tell everyone that I'm not in charge, but no words come out. ...wait, is this?–

The voice screams with more intensity, and I feel the pressure increasing on my chest. 

"Choose!"

I rapidly feel panic rising in me. 

"CHOOSE!"

I think I'm choking. 

CHOOSE!

I awake with a harsh gasp. I curse the night. 

Sleep apnea is a cruel witch.