Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist

Dreaming Of A Funeral

I dreamed we were burying my grandfather. My father walked on ahead to the graveside, leaving my mother and myself (both younger than we now are) at the chapel or the cemetery gates- the point being that we weren't meant to go any further. We clung together- something we'd be unlikely to do in real life.

Not hard to interpret, I think....
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