The other night I had a very odd dream.
I dreamt that I had a terminal illness. I don't remember what it was except that I did not have long to live. Weeks I think. The funny thing was was that I had no fear at all. The only downer was that I didn't not know when it would be and my feeling about that were merely of mild irritation.
I woke up feeling quite at peace with the world.
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