Grandfathers Dreams

My Great-Grandfathers are swapping improbable yarns. It’s a dream of course, the dead that linger close to our own dreams dream also -why would they not? They are telling tall stories to each other, one exaggeration after another, until frankly I am shocked by the outright lies. From time to time, one or other of the old men dismisses a tall-tale with ribald jeers. I get the feeling that their memories are blinking in and out, that these stories have been told many times before. I get the feeling that life and death perhaps dream each other. Yea it is truly said: that the dead never grow old.