A friend lost her one-year-old daughter in a car accident. The night before the funeral (the first I had ever been too) I had a dream that the coffin was lavender and her daughter’s dress was gray. When a friend and I made it to the funeral home I insisted on sitting in the back row and refused to go up to view her tiny body. It was just too much and not the way I wanted to remember the once happy little girl. My friend went up to pay her respects and was visibly shaken. Who wouldn’t be? In the car on the way home I told her about the dream and she quietly pulled the car into a gas station, put in in park and told me the casket had been gray the her dress was lavender. The colors were reversed, but twenty years later it's still just as spooky.