Title: Just a Dream???

Name: Christine

Email: IceLily03@aol.com

I am in a room lighted by candles. There are people I know softly weeping around the room. There are two painted glass doors at one end of the room, and as I stare at them they begin to open. The people around me get up and walk through the doors, so I follow them. I am now in a church where a funeral is in process. The people are filing into the rows of benches and I am left standing alone in the center of the room. A man in the front row stands and walks to the podium. I can't see his face, so I walk closer. He begins the eulogy, reading off one of my favorite poems. I recognize the man's voice as my father's. I turn to leave but now the people are getting up and walking towards the front of the room, where a glossy white coffin holds the corpse. I am pushed to the front of the crowd where I see my father walk up to the coffin. There are tears running down his face, and he is carrying a delicate white rose. He places it on the coffin and I start forward to comfort ! him, I can't stand to see him in so much pain. Just as I reach him he disapears and I am left staring into the coffin at myself. I am in a pale green dress and have a halo of white roses around my head. As I stare into my own face the eyes open and fill with red tears that drip down my face into the white satin, and stains the rose that lays there.

I had this dream when I was nine years old, the day before my birthday. When I woke up, there was a package by my bed. I picked it up and read the note, signed "love, dad". I tore it open and lying inside was a beautiful pale green dress with a white rose on top. I wore it one day in my whole life, to my father's funeral.

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