I’m feeling a little optomistic about being reborn after having a dream the other night where I died. In the dream, I was crossing the street back and forth, for no reason. Back and forth. Back and forth. Or at least once back and forth. I looked to my right, and a Red Lobster truck, sleak, and evil looking, was coming at me full speed. I knew I had no chance of getting out of the truck’s way. So I lied down on the ground, and the truck crushed me. I felt the wheels tearing apart my neck. I was dying, and I felt it, the lights going off. The sensation was horrible, and it is strange to talk about even now. At the precise moment of death, I woke up.
