Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.

I had a dream about military funerals last night.

Half of the dream was me looking up “military funerals” online and reading about them on Wikipedia (as I am right now) and not finding anything, strangely. I remember thinking that it might have been a government conspiracy to prevent people from reading about military funerals when reading about military service, so they wouldn’t associate serving with dying.

Then…half of the dream was me actually attending a military funeral…before the funeral began, I remember asking somebody if I could go in Dress Whites (see here) and imagining myself saluting the departed. Then I was actually at the funeral, lowering the coffin into the hole in the ground, folding the National Colors, watching a 3-volley salute…

This reminds me of when I saw Beowulf.  I don’t know why it was that movie, but at the end, when the Yeats gave Beowulf his funeral, it suddenly hit me that one day, I will have a funeral…