THE JET ENGINE AWAITS
10/16/98. 5:11am RDT. Bed.
Somehow I’d gotten involved in some kind of insurance scam where I would be killed. Temporarily. I’d get some kind of lethal injection, I’d die, and these Thugs would get some money somehow. Then, later, using some method that was never really explained, they’d bring me back to life, in secret somewhere.
It sounds cheesy now, but it was completely believable at the time. Asleep I hardly noticed the La Femme Nikita similarities.
We did a test run, and I was successfully killed and revived.
And I enjoyed it. Seriously. Dying, it turns out – at least the way it felt in the dream – is the most peaceful, relaxing feeling I’ve ever known.
As usual, it got weird then. I somehow got involved in a sting operation to trap my lethal injection buddies on behalf of the law. They figured it out and came after me.
For no apparent reason, there was a woman I’ve never seen in reality who was with me through every step of this (except the part when I was dead). We tried to get away. The Thugs I’d been involved with were now apparently willing to just shoot both of us, without messing around with that whole ‘reviving’ part anymore.
It was all very creepy, and absolutely fascinating, and I kept trying to dream my way back to it after I snoozed the alarm.
I never got back there — but last night was the most relaxing night of sleep I’d had in months.
Which leaves me more than a little nervous about the entire experience.