I dreamt of a colleague who in real life had just died.
I am at his funeral, walking into the crematorium. I am shocked to see him there. He is standing against something, with beige shorts and a white short, legs crossed. I ask him “is that you, are you really here?” He says “yes”. I then poke his arm to see if he is real. I then ask him if he was in my dream last week saying goodbye to me, and letting me know that he was happy, feeling free, and that he wasn’t wearing a mask anymore. With cheeky grin, like he knows more than I do, he told me “yes, that was me.” He looks cocky and happy, watching what is going on in the funeral. The dream then shifted to me weeing on a toilet. He says to me “what is real and what is not?” I woke up and go to the loo.