Last night's was a prime example. I was visiting my (late) grandmother at her house. Everyone was sitting around looking sad - with good reason because sitting there in the darkened lounge was my late grandfather, lying in his coffin.
My sleeping brain could not understand why he was lying there. "Well, he's dead!" everyone replied.
I cried (and in real life too, I woke up with tears in my eyes). Yet I never mourned my late grandfather, who was a pretty grumpy old sod who used to moan like heck if I dared to drop in unannounced, yet my grandmother would always try to convince me that he 'loved' me in his own way.
Later on in the dream my grandfather (yeah, the dead guy in the coffin, remember?) was telling me why no one had contacted me. "No one knew your mobile number, no one knew how to contact you" he said, plainly and softly in a voice that I never heard him use. Mobile phones were the stuff of a madman's dream back when he died (over 40 years ago) and certainly not something that would have been within my reach.
So I had a real fitful night. The dream woke me up, and I wiped my eyes (nothing worse than trying to sleep with tear-filled eyes). When I did get back to sleep I dreamt that I was speeding away from his funeral in a sports car, with two rather lovely ladies (I've no idea who they were). The car was weirdly futuristic, and had some kind of a gullwing door that you opened up, sat in sideways, then the car moved the seats around to the correct position.
Real fun stuff, thanks brain!
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