April 7th, 2007

Roman

dream euthanasia

I woke from a dream this morning, a dream of being in a place where you go to die. Presumably I had some sort of disease that would take my life soon anyway, but I was unaware of any symptoms. I sat in a room with four others. The others were at a table, writing their last words. I was interested in hearing what they said, because my turn was the following day. I was not ready for this.

I do not like dreams like this.