Dream – Pop is in a hospital bed with the head raised. He is about 60 years old, looks good. I have been on a holiday and someone has ushered me into this room.  Pop is looking anxiously toward me saying he expected me sooner and I say — I thought they were kidding when they told me you were here. You’ve come back from the dead. And, how come you’re here in Hawaii? He says you were here so I had to come. 

I say how did this happen — you’re all okay now and you were dead such a long time. He says yes – I just felt a knocking on my forehead and then they opened the casket and I got out.

But who dug you up? He seems impatient with my questions about the details of his resurrection and I seem unable to grasp the idea of it and have mixed feelings about him being alive again. I ask him again about how he woke up and how it is he’s in such good shape. He turns away and covers his head with the bed clothes.