I remember that I was with a couple people who were supposedly family of mine, though since I have no sisters they were definitely not real family. We went through some sort of spot in a garage, and apparently we had died. We were underground, running from someone in this "afterlife." We had to face our fears, and then we had to do something else that I'm forgetting, and we could return to the living. Once we were out, we had to stop some sort of war, and then we had free access to both the living and non-living realm, until one day someone came out of the portal-esque thing that we used to travel, told us we had to kill the red queen, that it was necessary or we would be pulled back to the afterlife forever, along with some others. It was more difficult getting through the portal, we had to go in headfirst, like a dive, and kind of push through the ground, like it was viscous. We were deciding whether or not to find the queen when I woke up. There were a bunch of other things that happened before we first escaped the underworld place, but I cannot currently remember them. Weird dream.