This morning I had a dream about death.
Oddly enough the person dying was The Todd from Scrubs, but that's not what's important.
Myself and 2 friends went to the hospital to see our dying friend, but when we got there he was surrounded by other people who were dying. They were, like, a part of some cancer club. They wouldnt allow us to see him, and got VERY angry with us when we tried to see him. "You don't know what he's going through! You're no friend to him! He needs to be with people like him in his last moments!" So we watch from a distance as these people smother him.
So, there is an announcement that visiting hours are over, and the crowd leaves... but before we can leave, he flags us over. We rush over, and he grabs my hand. He tells me, "It really means a lot to have you guys here." At which point, he dies. Violently.
I woke up once we knew the shit had hit the fan with no turning back.
Granted, the first thing that hit me was, "was that The Todd?"
I'm glad I wrote this down.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
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