Last night I dreamt of corpses that were so decomposed they resembled marshmellow, and they were sort of melting away into one big wobbly mass. The ground was of rock, like in a cave. Then, a skeleton came walking, dived into the flesh-purée and came out with a body forming around its bones. I found it gross, but I was also fascinated and muttered something like "So this is how they come to life."

In a later sequence that same night I dreamt about finding out about past incarnations. There was a girl who could remember what had been in a place hundreds of years ago.

I do have to say I am reading a book on ghostly apparitions at the moment, so I know why my brain came up with the subject. Yet the scene I saw was remote from what I had read and I certainly couldn't have ever invented such a weird process of incarnating.

Any interpretations of this?

Cheers,

Papitou