and now for something completely different

I had a dream that I knew my own death was imminent, although,
rather than being frightened, I had an uneasy feeling of coming change,
like a move cross-country,
or perhaps my nervousness could be better be likened to an international leap
to a place where the customs and languages are completely unknown.
It seemed a boyfriend had arranged for me a stay in a sort of "living dead" community
- I recall a shiny brochure and everything -
and once my death came, like a package arriving, I felt sad,
a little homesick and ashamed of my body's inevitable decay.
Later, I remember my mother tapping on the glass and waving through a window,
and my sadness that I couldn't enjoy the sunshine that winked off her sunglasses.
I remember the boyfriend coming inside to visit,
both of us embarrassed and horrified at the flesh falling off of my back.
And in my sleep, blushing and fitful, my fists clenched tightly before I woke,
the realization of mortality retreating as quickly as it appeared.