“When I dream I’m dead, it’s never as fun as I think it would be. I want to finish things, you know? But when you’re dead, you can’t. So you’re just left with all this unfinished business and no way to fix it or tell people how to fix it.”
That’s what I told him, and he didn’t understand. He’d never dreamed of being dead before.
“What about dreaming you’re in prison? You know, sometimes I think it would be ok to go to prison, but when I dream it, it doesn’t seem that fun. You’re trapped. You can’t really do things you want to do. And I guess I know that. I mean, I know that. But it’s hard not to think it wouldn’t be fun to have everything taken care of for a while, don’t you think?”
He didn’t.
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