kybearfuzz | A Dream About Thanking the Dead

I'd almost forgotten about the dream I had this morning. Large chunks of it are already faded my from memory, but the gist is still lingering.

I was at a mausoleum in a cemetery, going to visit two people who had influenced my life. It was a foggy, gray kind of day. This mausoleum had an old iron gate around it. I walked past the gate and up the stairs to the door. The door had a sign on it I don't recall, but was to deter people from going in.

After grabbing the door handle and giving it a small shove, the door opened very easily. The interior was dark and musty and there were only a few graves inside. I thanked the two people there for letting me know it was okay to be different from other people in this world. I don't recall the exact words, but it was solemn and thankful from what I recall.

Now comes the kicker. The two people were Fred Gwynne (aka Herman Munster from "The Munsters") and Nancy Kulp (aka Jane Hathaway from "The Beverly Hillbillies"). I don't remember if I was visiting the actors' or the characters' graves.

Suddenly, there was an alarm, which jolted me awake. It was my alarm clock.

Definitely a f**ked up dream, but strangely fun.