I have to admit that this is a very strange and odd poem for me to read, but I am somehow obsessed by it. Especially its darkness and deepness. I felt a Funeral, in my Brain is a poem talked about Dickinson’s illusion in her mind and she represented it metaphorically. In the first stanza, Dickinson gave a sight of the funeral. “And Mourners to and fro Kept treading” and the sense was breaking. Then a service was keeping beating that made her mind got numb. With her soul creaked across and a Bell tolled. She plunged down to the world and end with “Finished knowing”. It is more like a nightmare of Dickinson though the whole poem. I think the nightmare is her horror to the meaningless repeating actives.  She the mourners were keeping treading and treading. And “A service” was beating and beating that made her mind went to numb. Those actives made her felt “Wrecked, solitary”. And those actives brought chaos at the same time. Her sense was breaking and collapsing. I believe the Mourners and the service represented the other human in the society. They were making noisy and doing meaningless. Dickinson chose not to the same as others but she was se sensitive that cannot tolerate. She would rather be being isolated and descent her self to the ground. At the end, her knowing was finished. She didn’t choose to be like this but that might be the best result. The funeral was for herself.