About two or three mornings ago, I had a dream that was very disturbing. I was in a ramshackle looking building, like in a third world country. The kind of structure where corrugated metal is used for roofing and rags draped over doorways instead of doors. There were a lot of seniors sitting around, some in wheelchairs, on IVs, or with walkers nearby. They all wore those hospital gowns that tie at the back. I realized that they were all waiting to be euthanized! A nurse was going up to each one and speaking reassuringly, and I wondered why I was there. I realized that I too, wore a gown and was apparently waiting my turn.
The nurse approached me, holding a handful of ampules with various medicines and I knew that it was a lethal cocktail. I asked her why I was there as I didn't desire to end my life, and she started the same speech she had been giving everyone else, as if I were chickening out at the last minute. I kept insisting that I wasn't ready to die and she seemed quietly determined to carry on with it. I wrenched myself awake and was terrified to go back to sleep.
I am curious what you all may think of this dream.