Funeral Dream

by Sherlotta Brown
(Holly Hill, Florida, United States)

I dreamt that my uncle died and was at a church that I once went to.

At the funeral, the choir was singing an upbeat song that they put his name in. While the choir was singing the song my Uncle Poppa was dancing on the altar. I just laughed and said he is still funny even at his own funeral. After that they began to let the people come up and view the body, but when it came to my turn I could not fit on the stairs for some strange reason. But I didn't give up - I refused to, and finally I was able to get up there to view his body inside the casket and I began to sit there because he was talking to me while he was in there. He was saying that he was alright and even though he was dead he was actually not, and then he asked me about a guy that I had been dealing with for over 15 years. I told him that I don't talk or mess with him anymore and he said that was good.

His brother came up there while me and him were talking, and I guess he could hear him too, but he said it was too much and walked away. I could see people in the audience that had made signs for him, and my sister had on a red flare-out dress, and after I talked for him I didn't want to leave but I did and went back to my seat and I woke up.