I said I would share this bizarre dream. I mentioned before that I do not have the fortune to have Foster's dreams, and that mine are weird and unpredictable and like a Stephen King novel. I had this dream 15 years ago (I do not usually remember all my dreams, just the feelings) here goes:
My father and I were in his car, and we were driving in this winding mountainous road (looked like somewhere in Southern AZ). We were conversing normally like father and son, and I remember my father sayiing to me: "you are going to like this." He would not tell me where we were going and what was to come. We pulled into a small town in fron of a plain one story building. We walked inside, and we were greeted by a man in a suit, and in the main area there were suits hanging all around. My dad and this man shook hands, and then they looked at me. "What do you think," my father asked the man. "I think I can work with this," the man replied. He started measuring me in front of a mirror, while my dad stood there smiling. I thought my father was having a tailor made suit made just for me.
Instead the man went over to one of the racks and got down a black suit, a white shirt and a blue tie. He told me to put the suit on which I did. I looked at myself in the mirror, and the man measured me again - "what do you think?"
"Looks good," my father said, "what do you think" he asked me. I just nodded my head, but I had a feeling of foreboding. "Okay," let's all step in here." We walked in this other room and it was nothing but different caskets. I really was scared, because I looked down and realized I was in my bare feet!* I looked at my father, who was smiling and at the man who was still measuring me. I remember myself screaming "I am not dead yet! What are you doing dad? I am not dead yet!" Then I woke up.
* It is a known fact that while people are buried in anice suit or dress, they are barefoot since the casket blanket covers them up to their waist.