Dream from the mailbag:
I was at my Dad’s funeral, I didn’t realize he was the one being put into the ground. For some reason it was right next door to a room that I was renting. There were only about 4 friends, there no family. I decided to pay my respect to this strangers burial and for some reason they wanted to look at him again then I realized that it was my father they had him in a tacky purple and gold pants and jacket. and his body look like wet wood. So I go in my room because that is not what I was expecting to see. the lasting I saw was this head twist in the opposite direction. Then next thing you know I see, because my door is cracked, his body melt all of the cold back to life and he calls my moms name and then he turns into my brother and hugs me.