My dream

Last night I had a dream where Flighty by Night brought me a cardboard box containing her dead great grandmother. She was positioned in the box the same way the Inca buried their dead; sitting with knees against chest, arms around knees, wrapped in fabrics. Flighty wanted me to bury her grandmother's dirty skeleton in my backyard, but wanted none other to be aware of it. Of course I obliged. A friend in need is a friend indeed, right?