The Coffin

I'm at a party and I've been drinking too much. I have a bunch of friends over and we're listening to music and such. My dad is very displeased with this and it becomes apparent that my mom has died and this is a post funeral party. Or maybe it's a post viewing party. But I haven't viewed the body. I feel horrible that I've been carousing with my friends during this event and I appologize to my dad. Then I head downstairs and begin emptying my drink. The emptying of my drink is almost a ritual. I find there are rose petals in my drink and I'm spraying it down upon the ground (inside the house, oddly enough). I'm up high and I attempt to get some of the drink into a pot which contains some beautiful flowers (obviously meant for the funeral). Everyone has gone to bed. I'm to sleep in the living room. The coffin is just through a door, possibly on the deck? I sneak into the room with the coffin and consider the fact that I haven't seen the body. I'm nervous about opening the coffin, but I decide I need to see. I carefully open the coffin and pull apart a cloth covering the body. My mom looks peaceful. Then I notice that she's breathing. Someone has mistakenly believed her dead! She opens her eyes and talks to me as though she's just awakened from a nap and isn't laying in a coffin. I'm amazed and happy that she's alive. I get her out of the coffin and head into the living room so I can take her upstairs and show my dad and sisters that she's alive. When I get out into the living room, my dad is in there. He's sort of floating over the floor. At this point I become uneasy. People don't float. Is he using some sort of wires to suspend himself? He calls me upstairs and I realize that I can float, too. Now I'm sure this isn't real. I'm dreaming that my mom is still alive. It's all wishful thinking. I'm rather distraught at this and I find myself next to the open coffin again. I had been sleeping. The body is stiill laying peacefully in the coffin. She is still dead. I carefully put everything back in order within the coffin and close it. I hear someone stirring in the living room so I slide the coffin back where it was. Then, on my knees, I sneak back into the living room. My dad is standing there observing my odd entrance, but he doesn't look confused. I think he understands how difficult the death is for me and knows I needed to be out there. We exchance a few knowing glances and he walks around looking like he has a purpose, but not really accomplishing anything. I feel a sense of emptiness. Then I awake.