coffin

I had a dream. I dreamt that my dad died. He was far away. When I spoke to him last in the phone he said I miss you so much and I said nothing. In the dream he came with me to buy his coffin. My dad’s coffin, which looked like a birthday cake, had the shame of my mum’s initial ‘K.’ And I was thinking in my dream, this is not a dream, this is not a dream, I will not wake up relieved and crying. Then, the payment for the coffin went trhough, because it was a work day, and my mum called to ask why I had spent £400 for a (death) box. Then, I woke up relieved and crying.