I seldom remember my dreams, but I do remember last night’s.  I was sitting up when I woke up at 5:50 this morning.  I dreamt that my wife and I and a friend of ours whose husband (Stan) died two weeks ago were at a Gourds show. 

The Gourds weren’t doing a regular concert – they were singing and performing a play.  The stage was configured to be a ship, and each member of The Gourds was a pirate.

During the performance, Stan appeared dressed in angel’s attire, and he hovered a few feet above the stage.  His white robe was dirty. It was the color of snow that’s been on the side of the highway for several days.

The dirty robe meant that his journey had been difficult.  His wings were drooping, which meant that Stan was tired.  He said that everything was okay, and then he ascended to heaven.