Was living with Mother; Richard was out of the picture. Apparently a member of the family on Mother's side had passed away, and at a very young age. Four or five. We had to attend a funeral and Brianna went with me, plus a couple of other girls that were friends, but I couldn't make out their faces. Greta Rauch-MacLean was also there, which neither me nor Brianna were happy about, but invited her nonetheless. Also I had a faceless male companion, whom I was apparently dating.
The funeral took place in a colossal high-end shop. In the center of the shop were several unusually shaped tables, arranged as though a restaurant without walls were centered in the shop. On my way to the funeral, I recall petting a golden retriever several times. I saw several family members at this funeral, including Mother.
I don't remember the actual service, but I did at one point ball my eyes out on my way to the funeral. My clothing was inappropriate for the occasion, but it was all I had; I don't recall precisely what I was wearing, but it was not right for the occasion. Everyone else was dressed nicely. Greta wore a ridiculous pink prom dress that looked like a cake. As we all walk towards the funeral, a voice over the loudspeaker system announces that we need to hurry up. We pick up speed, and Greta starts to keep pace with me. For some reason I don't want her near me, so I begin to jog. Greta reacts with a nasty attitude, so stopped and told her right then and there to fuck off. She left fuming. Brianna later tells me in private that she was so angry about it that she put steak in Greta's purse before she left.
More took place in this dream, but I can't remember...
