In the dream I’m in bed and I wake up. While sitting up and stretching I happen to look down at the night stand (that I don’t have) next to the bed and see a fairly large sized package sitting next to it as though someone had delivered it to my bedside during the night. For some reason this doesn’t strike me as being in any way odd and I just assume that I must have picked it up the day before and put it there before going to bed. Looking at the label it seems that it has something to do with the death of my biological father. The impression (because so much in dreams tend to be impressions) is that it’s his death report, but the box is way too big for just a bunch of papers.
I slide down onto the floor dressed only in my boxers and proceed to open the package and it does contain some paperwork about my father’s death, but it also includes a large container filled with preservation liquid of some sort and what appears to be the partially dissected head and shoulders of my dead father. Part of one side of his skull has been removed revealing the right hemisphere of his brain and a strip of flesh from the left side of his face has been cut away revealing musculature and the bottom of his left eye socket. Additionally the entire corpse has been carefully cut straight down the middle so it can be folded open to reveal a cross section of everything down to just before his lungs would start. Considering the man has been dead for over 36 years the corpse is in surprisingly good shape and while I’m a bit surprised at finding it in the package I’m more fascinated at seeing a man who’s face I can barely remember and being able to peer inside his head. I do think it odd that I received his head and shoulders when he died of cancer of the colon, but I’m also relieved that I didn’t get the part of his anatomy that killed him.
For reasons that only make sense in a dream, I proceed to open the container and lift up the corpse so I can fold it open to get a better look at the internals because I’m strangely fascinated by them and can’t resist my curiosity. It’s at this point that my wife stirs in the bed next to me and I suddenly realize that I’m examining the corpse of my dead father on the bedroom floor in my boxers and the utter absurdity of it all hits home. In a panic I try, and fail, to put the corpse back in the container without splashing preservation fluid all over the carpet and as I do so the corpse starts to fall apart in my hands. The left side of its brain falls out in the container splashing fluid all over the place, then the right eye falls into my hand, and the tongue is getting in the way of folding the body closed again. Plus it all won’t fit back into the container properly because there was barely enough room in it to hold the body in the first place and with all the random parts falling out and taking up room the bulk of it doesn’t want to go back in, but my wife is waking up and I desperately want to close the thing up and get it out of her sight so as not to upset her. I end up smooshing everything back into the container and getting it closed with quite a bit of fluid spillage and the body looking even more grotesque than it did when I first opened the package. It’s about that time that Anne wakes up, rolls over to the edge of the bed and asks me what I’m doing. She’s just starting to register on her face what’s on the floor in front of me when I literally wake up.
What the fuck was that all about?