I know that funerals are usually supposed to be about letting go of something in your life, or a need to let go of something in your life. And while I was feeling sad in the dream, I was also angry and confused because no one else was feeling that way.
The other people there were sneaking off to make out in corners and stairways, laughing and telling jokes, playing charades, and no one seemed to know the person who had died- they were just having a grand old time. There was something about someone jumping in out of the snow, and a sign hanging from the ceiling.
The only times I interacted with everyone else were when I was still grieving, but I pretended to be acting just like them, even though I didn't feel that way. I felt like I was a puppet, or a ventriloquist's dummy with a smile painted on and being overly light and pleasant.
I don't know whose wake it was; at one point I told myself it was my grandmother, but I think I was lucid dreaming at that point.
Can anyone give me some insights?
I know what a wake is. And I know that although people are supposed to remember the good things and tell stories about that person, there is some grief, and at least seriousness, involved. None of these people appeared to even know who the wake was for- it was just an excuse to party.
The other people there were sneaking off to make out in corners and stairways, laughing and telling jokes, playing charades, and no one seemed to know the person who had died- they were just having a grand old time. There was something about someone jumping in out of the snow, and a sign hanging from the ceiling.
The only times I interacted with everyone else were when I was still grieving, but I pretended to be acting just like them, even though I didn't feel that way. I felt like I was a puppet, or a ventriloquist's dummy with a smile painted on and being overly light and pleasant.
I don't know whose wake it was; at one point I told myself it was my grandmother, but I think I was lucid dreaming at that point.
Can anyone give me some insights?
I know what a wake is. And I know that although people are supposed to remember the good things and tell stories about that person, there is some grief, and at least seriousness, involved. None of these people appeared to even know who the wake was for- it was just an excuse to party.