HOME More Than A Dream?

I was fishing around for ghost stories, when I was given this one by a work mate. To avoid libel cases, I will call him Seamus.  He was working in another factory at the time and had been a member of the F.C.A., which is a sub-army organisation, a sort of Local Defence. His sergeant, Bill, worked at a funeral home in the town, and his specific job was washing the corpses. Both Seamus and all the other men who trained under Bill, knew this well, even the details of the job, because he had told them about it.  One night Seamus had a dream. He could see the inside of the funeral home and Bill at work, washing a corpse on the slab. It wasn't as if he was physically there, only his eyes. He moved around the funeral home, trying to see who the corpse was, which was difficult, because Bill was constantly in the way. At this stage, he began to think that he, himself, was the corpse. Then he moved up to the ceiling and from there he could see the face of the corpse clearly.  It was Bill on the slab.  Bill was washing his own corpse.  He woke up drenched with sweat and could see by the bedside clock that it was only four a.m. He slept badly for the rest of the night and got up to go to work in the morning, although he didn't feel much like it.  On the way, he fell in with a friend, who also worked in the factory, and had also been a member of the F.C.A. and who, consequently, knew Bill, also.  "Did you hear about Bill?" the friend asked.  Seamus shook his head.  "He died in the night. About four in the morning."  Seamus felt his legs turn to jelly. He turned around and went back home and didn't go to work at all that day.