i dream about dead people

first, a dead straight girl who, in death, someone dressed to look like a lesbian. 'every lesbian i know owns those pants,' i said, in regard to the dead girl's outfit. they were blue pants, and i've never actually seen them before. still, she was convincing (though dead) in her little lesbian outfit.

soon the dead person morphed into a dead man. i had to drag him from a hall and down some stairs to hide from unexpected visitors. but soon one of the unexpected visitors, a teenage girl, fell for him. somehow he showed signs of life (walking, talking) even though he was dead. i seemed to have no sense of smell, but imagined he must smell terrible-being dead and all. i wondered how the poor girl a) tolerated it and b) didn't notice it was the smell of death. he was kind of like a character from the stephen king book 'pet cemetary', only he wasn't evil. i knew we'd have to make him really dead again soon and i worried for the girl's heartbreak.

then there was an rv, and the girl and dead boy leaving town. but that's all i remember.