Avoiding The Funeral

I was driving along to a funeral dry run, ie without the body. I attended the church service and all went well.
The next day I drove towards the real funeral, passing hundreds of parked cars and people heading for the church. I couldn't face attending so I slowly edged past the crowds, hoping I would not be noticed.
Just past the church I entered a white paper tunnel that spiralled downwards for around a mile.
I drove slowly down and near the end, walked the rest into an underground town.
It was a spooky and scary place, old shops and house with unknown doors and tunnels leading off the underground street. All totally deserted.
I knew finding my way back would be problematic.
If I did find my way back I surmised I would find myself back at the funeral.
No escape.

Brush with Death

This was a dream in which I met Death. He is a figure I have met from time to time in my dreams. This time he stood in front of me and said "If you don't really live, I will kill you".

"It's easily done", he continued, "I just put one of these brushes at your feet and another at your head, and down you go". I obediently started to fall, all life beginning to drain from me. "However", he continued, removing the brushes, "It's no fun killing anyone that's not really alive, so go on and get a life, really live, and then I will kill you". "Actually that last bit was a joke", he said, "You will get enough time".

So, here I am, wondering how to really live. Not so easy as it sounds. Hope he thinks I am making the effort.

ps not a brush to be seen in my house.