Loss

I have a friend who is dying of cancer. A few nights back, I dreamt I was at the hospital with her, however the hospital was an aircraft, and her room was a tiny aeroplane bathroom. She was stashing left over knives and forks in her room and was worried about getting caught. She knew she was dying, but it was the norm for all cancer patients to have a 'time' in which they died, instead of waiting it out. The PA system chimed that it was her time, and myself and Byron(?) took her to her final waiting room. The waiting room was set out like a wedding chapel. Guests who came to farewell her sat on one side, while guests for the other cancer patient sat on the opposite side. The twist in this tale, is my uncle Tony was the cancer patient on the other side. I have never seen him so deterioated. I never even knew he was sick, but there he was, crippled in the pew, waiting to be called to his coffin at the front of the chapel. I cried and cried many tears as my two friends walked down the aisle to die in their coffins, while the guests on each side weeped and wailed for them to come back...