A gloomy and tense atmosphere. I can see into a mausoleum or a mortuary. There is a body in an open coffin that I have to go and take out and bury in a grave. I never quite see the body but I know it is dark bluey-greyish and is possibly me. Martin agrees to help me but I can’t find him. I tentatively ask Steve and he is uncertain. He says he has only done this kind of thing once before and it went a bit wrong. He says something about having a face covered in dark dirt. I realise he thinks that I want help to embalm the body.

Later, or in another dream, I am waiting around in some public area, the foyer of a shopping complex or offices of places that I have worked. It is very late at night or rather early in the morning and I am with my boys and I am chatting to a man who I can see is covered in white luminous paint from a show he did earlier in the night. The whole place is seedy and the shops are selling pornographic videos. I am waiting to leave and I think I know I have to deal with the coffin in the morning. (In reality I had to return a hired van that I had damaged the next day.)