In my dream, both my brother and I were at our childhood home. We heard something in the basement and I sent him to see what it was. There were three well dressed men going through things and when we confronted them they looked our way, but didn’t respond. Then we threatened them with a gun! and they looked at us again, but just walked past us and continued pilfering through things trying to decide what was of value. Then we realized that we were DEAD! and we were trying to tell them the things we didn’t want sold, but given to our kids or other realatives. As we reminisced over things we became our younger selves.