Last night I dreamt I was going to die, about 24 hours or so to live. There was a reason that was happening, but I don't really remember it; the first part of the dream had something to do with avoiding or fighting something that had this type of effect if something went wrong. As far fetched as parts of this dream was, it felt so real.
I could still walk around and talk. At times my body would go a little nuts and have a mind of its own; my arm flailing and my muscles getting really weak, dropping me to the floor. It kept reminding me there wasn't much time left the worse I felt; it was hard to tell since I wasn't sure just how long I had. Telling people I was going to die wasn't easy, and even though I tried to keep my calm about it, I knew this wasn't the kind of news anybody could take well. I didn't see everyone I knew, but only because they were busy getting on with their own lives.
The thought later occured to me to write a will. I started writing down who got what, and I found after about five lines that it was getting really difficult; I don't own that much that would be of value to other people, and it didn't feel right to give the people who meant the most to me something that was equally sentimental. Now that I'm awake, there's probably quite a lot more I could give away, but handing specific things to specific people is really tough. Think about what you'd give to people - it's not quite as simple as you might think.
I didn't end up dying. I woke up.
I could still walk around and talk. At times my body would go a little nuts and have a mind of its own; my arm flailing and my muscles getting really weak, dropping me to the floor. It kept reminding me there wasn't much time left the worse I felt; it was hard to tell since I wasn't sure just how long I had. Telling people I was going to die wasn't easy, and even though I tried to keep my calm about it, I knew this wasn't the kind of news anybody could take well. I didn't see everyone I knew, but only because they were busy getting on with their own lives.
The thought later occured to me to write a will. I started writing down who got what, and I found after about five lines that it was getting really difficult; I don't own that much that would be of value to other people, and it didn't feel right to give the people who meant the most to me something that was equally sentimental. Now that I'm awake, there's probably quite a lot more I could give away, but handing specific things to specific people is really tough. Think about what you'd give to people - it's not quite as simple as you might think.
I didn't end up dying. I woke up.
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