Grave dreams

The other night, I had one of my standard getting-ready-
to-go-somewhere-but-I-don’t-have-time-or-enough-space-
in-my-bags-to-pack-all-my-shit dreams. It had a couple of unusual twists in it, but the one that doesn’t really make sense to me is that I was looking out the window from a bathroom in the building where I used to work at the University, and there was a graveyard there.

A man and a woman were burying a square casket. I couldn’t tell whether it was an authorized burial or not; it was sort of outside the boundaries of the cemetery, but they weren’t trying to be surreptitious or anything. The casket itself wasn’t the right shape for a person. Perhaps it contained an animal.