I dreamt that I was signing an insurance policy that contained a clause about my death. If I died, my belongings would go to someone or other. But the wording of the clause was so convoluted I could not figure out who would be the eventual beneficiary. A man was helping me wade through the policy, but he could not help me understand what that particular clause entailed. I remember wondering whether or not to sign the policy at all, but the man kept explaining to me that I would be quite exposed without it. My signature was apparently quite essential. When I woke up, I was quite stunned by the dream. Death is farthest from my mind. Concern about my belongings is completely foreign to me. Life insurance I have never even considered taking. Worrying about my signature is not a part of my experience, either. Excluding my confusion, the dream thus struck me as pure fiction. But fiction that I still swallowed hook, line, and sinker.