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I tried half a teaspoon of Pentobarbital with lemonade today. At first I wondered why it wasn’t working. Then I stood up and I couldn’t walk straight so I got into bed. I woke up 17 hours later (I fell out of bed a couple of times) and I was hungry so I got something to eat. I was still heavily intoxicated and drowsy so I went back to bed.
I dreamed that I lived in a city enclosed by platinum panels forming a dome. Outside was a red, post-apocalyptic wasteland. There was a hole at the top of the dome?the only exit to the city. There was a legend that if you could climb to the the top, you could make three wishes and all would come true. I decided to climb to the top and somebody came after me. He was a stranger to me. We never got to the top. We fell straight down but somehow we landed outside the dome, unhurt. I used three wishes to get us both back inside the city. It should have taken only two. Maybe after I wished myself back inside, I couldn’t make another wish from within the city. Or maybe I didn’t need another wish because I already had everything I wanted.
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I’ve been having a lot of post-apocalyptic dreams lately, myself. I kinda wonder if the shit is going to hit the fan in the next fifty years, and if I kill myself now, I’m just going to reincarnate into this crapsack world. Fun!
Kinda makes me want to stick around to the end of this life and hopefully not come back.