Before I went to bed last night I knew I was going to die. I just didn’t know if it was going to be here in the physical world, or in my night life.
Around 10pm I got that feeling where my heart works in reverse for a few moments, and I thought just maybe it was going to be a physical death, but then that passed. I found myself afraid to go to sleep, so I stayed up as long as I could, passing the time by deleting photos from my soon to be vacant Facebook account, and when I finally couldn’t stay awake any longer I went to sleep, and died a little while later.
At this point the details of the death don’t matter, it was just another death. I don’t know why I’m going through this, but I’ll be glad if/when this phase is over. (I wake up okay, but by early afternoon I find myself exhausted.)
On that note, here’s an image from the old Dick van Dyke show. If you remember Rob’s brother, you’ll know what it refers to: