A Road To Somewhere

OK, so I had a dream last night, or rather, this morning, and I must say it was a little disturbing--only because I dreamed of another man. I suppose from here on out I should just establish that I dream in color. Rarely, do I ever dream in black and white. Should I ever dream in black and white you will be notified.

Anyway, silly me, I was with another man. Eh, it's just a dream so don't even go there. This man has blonde hair. Um, so we did some things--bad things that I shouldn't be dreaming of since I'm a married woman. However, I am human and that is that.

Things took place at a funeral. And I will do my best to explain accurately, but dreams are complicated. Someone had died, obviously, and I was invited. It reminded me of a movie or a play because it was very planned out. People were very fit and very dressed up, too dressed up to be an ordinary funeral. Everyone was beautiful. People were singing and the next scene that rolled was shot from three angles. One, from my point of view. The second from the blonde man's point of view. The third from my husband's point of view.

Everyone was gathered on a road, so it seems. People were talking about the person who had died. It was outdoors in the hot sun. I remember transitioning to the effects of a stage. It was a little confusing and tricky, like I zoomed out because I was looking too closely. Now that I had stepped back I could see that that everyone was standing on a moving platform type thing which explains the three points of views. All three of us had been on seperate platforms. My husbands platform rolled away to the left. The blonde man's platform rolled away to the right. And everyone continued singing. As they rolled away one after the other, behind them revealed an empty road in the hot sun that went somewhere. Where it went didn't matter. Just that it was me and my group and I was staring at this road.

And that's it.