A friend recently reported a dream:
I am in a house, perhaps a house of worship. Some nice people are somewhere in this house. Jordis Ruhl (recently deceased) and "her mother" enter the house. It is now my house. Jordis says she wants some clothes to wear. She looks good, though shorter now. A good figure, I think. I tell her that I am surprised that she wants clothes, and I apologize that there is not much of her stuff left, just spring clothes. She chooses some accessories such as belts, scarves and jewelry. I again express surprise that she would want these things, since I thought she was in a spiritual form now. She says, "Oh, no. I have a real body, and I still want pretty clothes." I wonder why I was not told about this new type of body that exists after death. We would most certainly want to know about this. End of dream.
Death is such a mystery. We are not designed to fully comprehend it, perhaps. As another friend advises, "Our minds slip over it, as if the idea were Teflon coated."
Death brings up profound questions. Where does the profound richness of life go when someone dies? Does it dissipate into darkness? Our dreams suggest otherwise. The deep psyche shows no signs of ending with physical death. We die, and we do not die. When the dew drop falls into the ocean, it is no longer a dew drop, but is it gone?