Neal was dead and Dietz and I were his only pallbearers (maybe all the midgets were booked). It was raining a bit and the casket (which Neal happened to be in) was very heavy, so we were holding on with both hands and shuffling sideways. I was wearing my prom dress from my junior year. The dress was black, so sort of fitting for a funeral. (Ha ha. The dress was _fitting_.) Dietz was wearing a white shirt and a black tie. (If he was wearing pants, they were hidden by the casket.) Anyway, we got to this platform and set the casket down. As soon as we did, the top of the casket opened and Neal came out and started punching me. For some reason, I just stood there. One punch came under my chin and sent me flying backwards. I did a backflip and ended up on a trampoline. Neal and I were jumping on the trampoline and he started punching me again. I was about to cry but not because it hurt, I was just mad at Neal because he kept hitting me. So then Dietz came by and said, "Come on, Mandy. Neal is being a jerk today. Let's ride pogo sticks." Dietz and I rode pogo sticks on some marshmallow-like clouds for awhile and then Dietz fell off of the clouds. I looked over the edge. Luckily, Dietz had a parachute, and the last thing I remember is watching him parachute to the ground.

Dreamer's note: When I told my roommate, Anna, the next day that I had a cool dream to tell her she said, "It wasn't about pirates was it?"
"No," I said, "I don't remember any pirates, why?"
"Because in the middle of the night I woke up and really loudly you said, 'Aye, cap'n'."

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