I had a very strange dream about my dad last night.
We were at his viewing. He was in the casket and people were going up to view his body. He looked how every dead person looks - skin not right, mouth pulled too wide, older than they are. Someone touched him and his eyes opened. He opened his mouth to breathe. He looked around confused and unaware of where we were. Within five minutes I watched him take a final breath again. Except it wasn’t final because this process kept repeating. They wanted to immediately continue onto the funeral service, and I screamed “how am I supposed to cremate him when he’s clearly not dead?!”
Then I woke up.
Then I woke up.





