DREAM 3.15.11: Not Dead After All

I am in a roller skating rink, and it feels as if it looks like it did in 1979. The funeral for the father of a childhood friend is here, in a side room. Although I have not seen this friend or her family in many years, I enter and approach the coffin to pay my respects. It is odd seeing him lying here because I recognize him—I can feel him, feel seeing him when I was twelve or thirteen years old. I look down and simply say, “Thanks Jim, for being nice to me when I was young.” Just then he starts moaning and his eyes flutter. Shocked, I jump back a bit, but it registers that he was never dead; somehow his family just made a mistake. I get his daughter and wife to let them know that he is alive. They are happy yet also oddly upset, almost as if they might prefer him to stay "dead."