embalming

I just woke up from the most ridiculous dream I've ever had. Looking back, it's hard to believe that it seemed as real as it did, but I was so glad to wake up and find out that it was fake. Three unrelated older men had died, and my youngest brother took a lot of interest in their interment. They were to be buried in the cemetary that was in our backyard. The undertaker preparing the bodies left for vacation with the job unfinished. We knew that two of the bodies had been prepared, but the third one, although embalmed, was not dressed for the burial that we needed to expedite. My brother and I broke in to the undertaker's office, and stole the body. We brought it back to my parent's house, who must also have been on vacation. There we did whatever my dreaming mind imagined needed to be done to prepare a body. During the process of moving the body around, he coughed. I figured that must be a reflex action, so we continued. After a few more twitches, he began speaking in Russian, which I also convinced myself was a kind of reflex. We knew that he was dead, and even if he somehow had not been dead when the undertaker took him, he had been embalmed which would surely kill him. He then sat up and talked with us. He seemed a little bit shook up, but on the whole was happy to be alive. I was less worried about the supernatural fright than I was about getting in trouble for something. We dressed him in my Dad's clothes and walked him down the steps and tried to get him somewhere quick. I woke up just this. Who knows what could have happened next.