RDP Wednesday: WINNER

Last night I had a dream about a funeral.

As far as funerals go, it was  boring  affair.

Everyone was dressed in black, the sun was shining , the light coming from it was pale and the air was cool. The coffin was a light gray and the  locks and handle were silver.

They weren’t fancy locks either. They were there to lock the coffin and not to look impressive.

I was sitting in the front row, to the left of the casket and my head was bowed, my hair was in my face and my hands were resting in my lap.

I heaved little sigh and bit the inside of my cheek in the hope I would wake up. It didn’t work. Drats.

A little side door to the right of podium opened and a figure ( dressed in black of, course ) walked into the Sanctuary.

The Minister was one of those clergymen that Funeral Directors call to officiate the ritual. You can rent a car and you can rent a Minister. It’s the way the world spins.

These kindly Ministers don’t know a single soul in the room so they sort of look above everyone’s heads- but not quite all the way to God and they smile gently- then they scan the room while still looking over everyone’s heads from left to right and this time they look all the way up to heaven.

When the Minister’s gaze hits the center of the room, they always nod.

That’s when Funeral Director whose job it is to close the doors when the service starts,  is also the one with the remote for the sound system, because as soon as the door swished shut the always  music a starts.

I was wondering when I was going to wake up when a fresh faced young man wearing a surgical mask with little blue and pink dots said to me- ” Who do I have to kill to get out of this dream? “

I reached over, put a warm motherly hand on the  back of his neck looked over at him and said, ” what a brilliant idea.”

And do you know what?

It was a winner of an idea and  it worked like a charm.

I woke up almost right away with a smile and a face mask with pink and blue dots on the night stand next to my bed.