All in All It Was All Just Bricks in the Wall....
Had a bad night... tossing, turning, what little sleep I got was riddled with nightmares.

The only one I can remember was one in which I stared into a mirror and adjusted a hat with netting over the brim. It was a black straw hat, and I wore a very corporate black dress. My face was pale in the glass, eyes sad and empty, void of life, staring back at me and through me. My makeup was caked on, the blush on my cheeks a color I would never wear, stage makeup it seemed. So I fixed my hair and dabbed gingerly at the fire engine red lipstick caking my lips.

I straightened my dress and placed the hat on a buffet table in the corner while I scrunched up my nose at all the lillies around me. Easter lillies. Usually so beautiful on Easter morning, but in this dream they had a funeral undertone, their scent covering the stench of embalming fluid.

There was a crowd of people gathered, some sad, some consoling, some nostalgically smiling toward one end of the lilly-filled room. I made my way through the crowd, some of them turning to smile at me through their tears and I placed a hand on them to comfort them.

As I got to the end of the room, I saw the coffin. Roses were all around the casket, red and vibrant against the white of the lillies. I approached the casket, almost afraid of what I would find, looking to the people on either side of me, all of them mourners. They didn't seem to notice me as I placed my hands on the edge of the casket and leaned over and kissed my corpse's cheek.