Dream of a funeral Where you Don't know the deceased

"I was standing in this room full of people in dark clothes, and I knew, the way you just know in dreams, that it was a funeral, but I could not for the life of me figure out whose. kept scanning the room like the answer would just show up on someone's face. there was a casket up front but I never actually walked up to it, kept meaning to, kept getting pulled into something else instead. people were hugging me, saying things like "she's in a better place" or maybe that was about a "he," I genuinely couldn't tell, the words came out blurry, and I just nodded along not wanting to admit I didn't know who we were even talking about. that not-knowing sat in my stomach the whole time, heavier than actual sadness almost, just this itching confusion underneath everything. my mom was there, or someone shaped like my mom, crying into a tissue, and I went to comfort her and my hand went through her sleeve wrong, like the fabric wasn't solid, and neither of us reacted to that at all, just kept going like it hadn't happened. the room kept shifting, folding chairs in rows and then suddenly it was more like a backyard, people holding little plates of food instead, same dark clothes though, that part stayed consistent at least. at one point I got real close to the casket, finally, and right as I was about to look inside someone called my name from across the room and I turned to answer and the moment was just gone, dream moved on without letting me see. I remember feeling frustrated about that more than sad, like I'd missed something I needed. ended with me sitting in a car outside the building, engine not running, just sitting there, other people walking past the windows, still not knowing, still turning it over, and that's where it cut off. woke up trying to place a face and couldn't."