Crazy

This seemed like a strange two part dream. The first half had me and my sisters returing home and then for some odd reason turing around and heading to Stockholm for either glass or crystal figures. I'm still not sure why, but it was my sister Meg that kept demanding that we do so. Before the dream had switched we were standing in front of this high doorway, what I remember seeing was was a smooth white stone that looks sort of old, my hand was on the heavy wooden door.

The next part was a funeral procession. I know I was wearing a white frock dress and white leather shoes. The saddness that came from this was really painful. In the background I kept hearing strands of the Don't Cry for Me Argentina from Evita. I was with a group of people who were slowly making their way around this iron fence to what looked like a barren field- really all it was was a plaine of dust almost like a desert, but hard packed. I kept looking for grave stones or at the very least a newly made grave, but what I ended up seeing was this wide hole in the ground that had earthen steps leading down, it may have been leading to a mausoleum, but I'm not certain because I started waking up.