This was quite a disturbing dream. My dad had died. I don't know if he died while I was visiting them, or if he died before I got there. They had agreed (pre-death) to do the cheapskate funeral where they embalm him at home. I guess he's embalmed at this point, and my mom wants me to go see his body. He's wrapped in a bathrobe, not a good suit (which my dad doesn't really have anyway, unless you count an unintentional retro suit from a bygone era a good suit). He will be buried in the bathrobe. My mom is keeping him under the covers in a bedroom. I think that I am supposed to cry, but I don't feel sad at all when I look at him. Then later in the dream it's like he's alive and talking to me about being dead, but he's still dead. Days go by and he's not buried yet, and there's a strange sweet odor coming from the hallway that I suspect is the embalming fluid leaking out. Where there is cupboards at the end of the hallway IRL, there is a blank wall with rust on it. The whole place is freaking me out, especially when I go into the room my dad is buried in and I see leaky fluid on the mattress. I wake up from this dream and feel quite disturbed about the whole thing.

Labels: Dreams, Route-66-Part1