One night last year I went to bed at about 1am and fell asleep soon after. I had dreamed I was walking through this creepy cemetery near my house. Everything in the cemetery was as it is in real life except that there weren't as many trees. I heard chanting and saw a funeral service. The priest and mourners were blurred and seemed to be fading in and out of visibility. The chanting sounded like the Latin burial rites (although I don't know for sure because I neither speak Latin nor am a Catholic). I walked along the path a little way and then said out loud (in the dream) "How is there a funeral? This cemetery was closed for burial before I was born". Then I looked back at the funeral and the priest had this demonic grin and the mourners were chanting profanity very fast in unnatural voices. I ran out of the cemetery and then I woke up.

The next day I went to the cemetery and stood about where I was when I first heard the funeral, looked towards about where it was and saw the exact same grave except it was older and there was a tree next to it. It may have just been one of those subconscious things but it just could have meant something.

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