I used to have a dream about my own funeral, probably born out of teenaged angst. At that time I don't think I'd ever attended a funeral, but I'd seen lots of them on TV and knew that this was what happened when people died. I would look at the funeral flowers - what a way to say goodbye, says Dotflowers -and the crowds of mourners. Then one night, I dreamt that I broke my leg and died (it was a dream, so it didn't have to be logical). I hovered above looking down at the coffin and the mourners, feeling like I was watching it on TV.

I stopped having that dream years ago - and when I go to funerals now (not too often, thank goodness) it's just sad. I'm glad to see the back of that dream, though.