Dreaming of Bowie

Last night I had a dream where my father asked me if I wanted to say goodbye to David Bowie. He led me down to the basement at my childhood house, where Bowie was on a cot surrounded by all the insulation and junk we had in storage.Other people were shuffling out in crowds, having already paid their respects. We went to his side. My father put one arm around me and bowed his head solemnly. I teared up and examined Bowie. He was breathing haggardly and his eyes were half closed. There was a long stretch of time where I was watching him, his pained face and eyes going in and out of focus. I started quoting/humming Dance Magic Dance ("I saw my baby/ crying hard as babe could cry/what could I do" and then I switched to humming because my throat was closing with tears) and Bowie reached up and touched my face and then I woke up. It was a very vivid and surreal experience. If I could do it again, I'd say my goodbye through a better song choice.