My dream was blindly bright initially. I couldn't see anything.. Or there was nothing to see? Then it seemed like I had a great fall, and everything suddenly had only two colours - black and white. There were grasses, there were stones, there were christian crosses on the stones. From a distance, I saw many familiar face. They were walking through a burial ground with small steps and solemn faces. They all wore black. They all wore formally. Some cried. Some were trying hard not to cry. Nobody talked. Nobody even smiled. They were all looking down on the ground. Then, the picture zoomed in nearer. I see Dad, I see Mum. I see Bro and Sis and my uncles and aunties and every one I knew. But I don't see me; not in line with them. 

Instead, I realised that I was in the picture they held in their hands. I was the person in the picture on one of the stones.