Thursday, November 3

Dreams and death


Prizz and I had a conversation last Saturday about death and it reminded me about a dream I had the week before.

I dreamt that somehow, the Earth rolled right out of the sky and into the room I was in. My back was turned and as I felt the Earth rolling closer towards me, my very last thought was, "I am going to die." I didn't see my whole life flash before me like a movie strip, I didn't think of last words I have always wanted to say or last actions I've always wanted to do, I didn't even think of people who I want to say "I love you" to.

My lovely romantic and poetic mind very simply decides to say, "I am going to die."

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