I had the really whacked out dream last night...

I was standing in a house where people all around me were in a line. To get away from them I decided to walk upstairs. When I got up there I looked and saw a large woman making what seemed like muffins at an oven. Now I remember saying to myself in the dream that I was staring at a ghost. I looked at her and she looked back and with that I left. I then went back downstairs and realized I was in a funeral home. I started to speak to a gentlemen who stated back to me that it was common for the deceased to reside on the second floor of a building where they lied in state. It allowed them to attend their own funeral but the rule was they had to stay on the second floor.

Weird right?