Assisted Suicide and Car Wreck

Date: 12/19/2020

I was 85 years old and lived with my adult son (who bore a strong resemblance to my dad in real life). I decided I was getting too old and feeble and wanted to die. My son found an assisted-suicide company and took me to one of their meetings. There were a bunch of other old people there, and they explained to us that they did Viking-style burials: you got onto a small wooden boat, and then they set it on fire and pushed it out into the ocean. I made friends with a lot of the other elderly there and we all agreed to die on the same day. The day came and I panicked. I looked at the funeral program (they had only printed out one for all of us) and realized I was the youngest one on there—all the others were in their 90s or over 100. I realized I could live another 10 good years and decided I didn’t want to do it anymore. My son said okay and went to call the company, but he couldn’t reach them. I realized all of my friends were going to die that day and started crying. Another part of my dream (which I’m not sure is related): I was giving two people a tour of my house. We were walking through my backyard, which had two feet of snow in it like it does in real life right now, and I saw my dad’s car crashed at the bottom of the hill. It was like it had been parked in the backyard and then had rolled backwards down the hill, hitting trees along the way, until it came to a rest at the bottom. I realized it was my dad’s and wondered, “what the heck happened?” When the people with me asked what it was, I said, “ignore that old wreck—it’s been there for years.”