Last night I had a dream that I died and was weirdly attending my own funeral, sort of like the movie Ghost, but with better acting.
It was touching to see old friends and new, coworkers, family, and even people I never expected to be there (read ex-girlfriends) at my funeral. Like most dreams, this one ended unfulfilled as just when I was about to hear my eulogy given by someone I couldn’t make out, I woke up.
The circumstances of how and why I died elude me. I can only guess it was some incident involving bacon.