Two nights ago, I dreamed that I went somewhere (hippy-ish…a college town?) And went to this guy who did assisted suicides. He hooked me up to a machine that would put chemicals through my bloodstream, effectively putting me in a permanent slumber. I was laying there and he was messing with the machine when I panicked because I suddenly “woke up” and realized what was going to happen, and when I realized the implications, I didn’t want it. Part of me didn’t want to stop him because I was embarrassed to have come this far, but then I remembered what a big deal this was, the end of me.
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March 10th, 2011 | Comments Off on