Crypt Stoval dream

I am visiting my friend Don, and suddenly he stops breathing, falls down. There is no heart beat. Since he is dead, we put his body in plastic. It reduces in size, and I am able to carry him in my hand.

We go to some shopping mall. The plastic in my hand starts to wiggle, and I put it on the ground. It grows in size, and Don breaks free, alive and breathing again. We are all amazed. We call an ambulance. While we are waiting Don is talking. Suddenly it happens all over again, he falls down, in mid-speech, and stops breathing and appears to be dead again. We have a hard time explaining this to the ambulance guys. EOD.

Comments: Don use to head the Gay Men’s Spiritual group. Its been a long time since I’ve been a part of it.