dream theater

Last night I dreamed I was visiting with my dad, but it was a dad who had somehow been cloned from healthy parts of the original dad, because we were all totally blase about the fact that he had died before but wasn't it great that because of science we could have him back in our lives. What science hadn't covered, and what we were talking about in the dream, was what was going to happen when he died again (because unlike in most cloning stories I think I'm familiar with, this was not a whole-different-person clone; it was a copy of the original right down to the memories and experiences—like the copy-zapper thing in The Prestige, as I remember it?—if not also the terminal illness). I don't remember how that worked out - maybe we were going to be able to sort of add him to his existing grave when the time came? - but we were also talking about the eventual necessity of moving his grave, once my mom was also gone, to somewhere closer to where my brother or I live rather than back in the home town. In the dream this idea, that you would casually disinter someone and redeposit them in a more conveniently located cemetery, was the most obvious and natural thing in the world.