I dream a lot, and can always remember them, but this was last night and really much more vivid than usual.
I am back in the 80s in my home town (where I haven't lived since going to university)I am walking through a big office structure, onmy own,and it's important that nobody sees me. I know the office is about to close and I can't be left in there so am trying to get out of a back door and lose my shoes in the process. This is really important because I know I have an important event later.
I go to a house where I ambeing put up by a family I don't know,who give me something to eat (cheese on toast!) then we all get dressed up togo to the funeral of my first teenage boyfriend whose body has just been identified
None of his family are there and they ask me to read something out about him but I refuse saying it wouldn't be right as I haven't seen him for over 20years. Everyone is a bit snooty with me for this.
Throughout the funeral I keep asking people how they know for sure it's his body in the coffin.