Dreams
Sometimes I am unsure if my dreams are actual dreams or something I have seen during the day, in a movie or on tv.
Sometimes my dreams are in a country far away affecting people I don’t know.
Sometimes my dreams run like a movie, one scene after another.
Sometimes my dreams haunt me for days and replay themselves inside the forefront of my mind as I go about my day.
I often write down my dreams because sometimes my dreams come true, days, months or years later.
This dream came last night:
I was sitting at a funeral of a person I don’t know. I was on the right hand side of the small chapel, several rows back from the front, there were people either side of me, I didn’t know them either.
6 men, 3 on each side brought in the body of a young man, but he wasn’t in a coffin. The dead man was carried as if he were in a coffin but he wasn’t.
Something stranger happened next, the pallbearers tilted the man up into a vertical position facing the congregation in the chapel, so everyone could see his face, then lowered him to be horizontal once more. I wondered at the time if that was for identification.
Then they placed the man at the front of the chapel, where the coffin would be and begun the service.
I thought the man was asleep.
No one else in the chapel looked as though it was unusual not to have the body in the coffin.
It didn’t feel like a dream. Maybe I saw it in a movie, that would be a strange movie.
Do others dream like this?