I thought I could remain detached at the wake, just be there because I had to support my sister. But no luck. The emotional charge in that place was so strong that it made me almost sick to my stomach. Everytime someone would walk past me I was overwhelmed with the emotion that was following them around like a bad smell. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Luckily, we didn't stay long. I felt so empty after being around all those unbalanced people. I need a holiday from all the emotional vampires that seem to be around.

On a related note, I had the strangest dream last night. Topher, the kid who died, rose! We were at the wake just like we had been, except in my dream I was near the front, and an older lady with blond hair was sobbing and bent down to kiss his forhead, but she slipped, and squeezed his nose and put a hand on his chest. Suddenly his eyebrows rose and his eyes opened. He sat up and they pulled him out of the coffin. Everybody screamed with joy and ran toward the coffin like people run to the stage at a concert. They did something to him behind the coffin. (I didn't see) and then he got back in the coffin and leaned out and shook people's hands. Everyone was happy. Then I woke up suddenly and it took me a good 5 minutes before I realized that it was a dream. I really thought for a while that that was what really happened and I was just remembering. The funny thing was, it seemed so normal to me, even after I woke up.
What the hell was my subconscious trying to tell me?