March 26, 2003

Slide

This morning while waking up I had a sort of daydream/daynightmare (daymare?) in which I was in a plane which was going down. For some reason I was very calm and called my wife to tell her that I was about to die. I wanted her to know that I loved her and that it was going to be alright, and that death was not the end; that I had reached a calm point at the end.

The way that I explained this to her is that I said that my entire life I had been climbing steps up to some unknown place, and that now I was at the top and could see the playground, and that I ready to slide down and start playing.

March 26, 2003 12:21 AM