funeral dream

I had this dream a few days back, or nights rather, the details I remembered on waking are vague so all I can offer is a rough sketch of what I dreamed...even the order of events I am uncertian, but it's a dream so it all could have happened at once, or really time is not realevant. at one point I was waiting outside a towering building, what looked like it could have been one of those building that firefighter's use to practice putting out fires, only much taller, the proportions of the building seen to alter at different points in the dream, I was waiting for old friends, I remember that Jonas and Jessie did show up, but there where other's that didn't Brian and Josh, this makes sense since they are in the Navy, and I have not seen the in several years, I think others showed up as well. At another point I was running up a stairwell that seem to go on for quite some time until it opened up into a room with a large window, outside the window was a woman in dark robes floating in the air, her face was one that I have become very familiar with, a form of angelic beauty. I believe this figure was trying to tell me something, but I don't know what it was. Later I was walking around to the other side of this building to where I was supposed to assist with burying my grandfather, but when I got there it was too late, he was already in the ground. So I sat next to my father while others spoke. My father was poking me in the stomach, with long finger nails, not intentionally cruely, something he thought was amusing but I did not, I was as a young boy, and I in turn took his fingers and popped the joints. The response to this was affection, and I was pleased, althought I meant to act in retaliation.