This dream didn’t follow my usual chronological rules so here is a stream of consciousness with the warning that it’s not going to make any sense.
I was at the point where I needed to decide where I was going to live. My husband said he was happy so long as he was with me. So I looked into living in my old hometown. I needed something that would pay enough so I looked into driving a bus. I called Dad to ask him about it and he just said that he needed to take his medicine and he would call me back.
As I was looking for a job, I went to DJ’s bus and tried to ask him about it. He was driving the bus at the time so we were going through the city in the night with a number of random people scattered throughout the bus. DJ had very little good to say about driving except that the pay was good.
I got off the bus and walked through the city. Somehow I had heard that Dad died and I was overwhelmed by grief.
I attended Dad’s funeral. I was inconsolable. Dad was buried in his family plot near/in a forest. I was asked to speak and tried but broke down at the podium. Dad was buried. I was so distraught that I went into the wood and found a circular building with a mosaic floor. There were no rooms. It was just a large structure with no doors. I believe it was a spiritual place because my cousin was also buried there. Dad’s brother said that it was a good thing that they were buried near to one another because during the Rapture, they would wake up as if from a long sleep and see one another as friends. I miss Dad.