Dream a Little Dream

over thanksgiving i dreamt that i was being executed, only i had to choose how and when. i fought it off as long as i could, ruling out the firing squad on a rainy day, the electric chair and the gallows. what i settled for was essentially lethal injection, except on a park bench on a beautiful autumn day, my head in my wife's lap, the clear blue sky over me, the last leaves falling (of course). i would take a shot that would slowly put me to sleep then somehow know that i was asleep and transform into a deadly poison.

i was resigned. i had accepted my fate. death would not be so bad. simply be another part of life and even if there was nothing there i would be ok with that because i would die believing i was headed somewhere beyond this world. as i lost consciousness i had a sudden and unshakable feeling that there indeed was no next world and that as soon as the poison ran its course, i would absolutely be gone forever.