I was in my parent's apartment kitchen all frantic because there was some party about to start, people were about to arrive and I was nowhere near. Then my grandma who is actually long gone appeared, and then the other people start coming in. My uncles - and their daughter who died years ago. When she was here she was a street type, but in my dream she is looked like a real lady, very elegant. I thought "what a change, she got better after she died".
Then some cousins or nieces (whose? mine?) show up and come to me with hugs and kisses saying "Thank you ever so much, you really helped me" - and I have no idea what was that great favour I apparently did to them, and, in fact, who they were, but I was just saying "Oh, I am glad it turned out well..." Then more people come, and somebody comments on the draught of air from my bedroom. I go there - and apart from my ex and somebody's (mine?) "cousin" see even more people (where did they have come from??), between them a kid who died some years ago, too. I ask him where he came from then - did he climb down a rope from his fifth floor or just jumped directly from the sky with a parachute? He starts explaining, and then I see that his brother is there, too, and think "It's not this kid but his brother who got killed in some gang fight". In the end I get tired and say: "Oh, look, I don't know who of you is dead and who is alive, and I am not sure it matters. But would you please help me to close this window because the draught is bothering people?" And the three of us do it somehow.
And then a full blown fiesta was going on, and it didn't matter anymore - alive, dead, undead, not very dead, not really alive... who cares! nobody really knew anybody, but everybody was partying.
The feeling? It was like being inside of some Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel.
