I dreamt I was very close friends with Willy Wonka, but he died. I was at the beach with someone, he wanted to pour the ashes into some where else, but I stopped him and said he wanted his ashes buried in the sea. Apparently the bottle was a cola bottle, with ashes but it can change to liquid all of a sudden, as I pour the ashes, I told him how beautiful the sunset was, orange and red, straight across the ocean, vertically. I spend 2 hours feeling sad and telling him how the sunset is so beautiful, the most beautiful part was all the way at the end. The best part was I don't even even have a close or a Best Friend in real life. It felt so real and so pain.