Wake Up, Sleepy Dead

Last night I had the perfect Halloween/All Saints dream. In it, I found a group of mourners in a field. People were burying their dead, while others were waiting their turn, surrounded by open and closed caskets. As I stood watching the festivities, the elderly woman in the coffin beside me opened her eyes and struggled to breath. I happened to have a CPAP handy (remember, this was a dream), so I strapped it to her face and she was able to recover and sit up. She complained of being extremely stiff, and I reminded her that she had just been dead long enough to almost be buried, so a little stiffness was to be expected.