He doesn't know he's the ghost

Well, I had better write that down quickly, vivid and weird as it was.

I dreamed on meeting my mother, who, in dream world was living in South West London towards Heathrow (kindah sortah south-west at least is where she actually lived in Penge) It was a hot day. We embraced and she drew back from me surprised because I was dripping with sweat. She was living in rented accomodation, and was having some problem with the landlord taking the electric wiring out of the walls (in real life she owns her place, and the only person tearing out the wiring is her.) We were sitting there talking about things, including the doings of a family that were close to us many years ago, and somehow we got on to the funeral of Dad's best friend. Suddenly, many other people were there, and Dad, looking just the same as he did all those years ago, was talking about how they had arranged the funeral. He talked about hundreds of people, how if there were any problems they got 'Carol' to deal with it, and there was something about a Japanese theme. He seemed to be unaware that he and his best friend had died in the same year, both in their seventies. He seemed to have no idea at all that he was dead.

In the dream I was aware of all these things, but didn't know what to say. He didn't really talk to me but at the group of people around him.

I do have some unfinished business belonging to a friend of mine and this month is the anniversary of his death. We organised his funeral as a group. It is time for me to deal with the matter, though the executor assures me that it's something that can wait, possibly permanently. But she is very laid back about these things. I must get off my arse and sort the situation out, and I think now is the time.