I Died...

... in a dream the other night.  

It was weird.

It was slightly unnerving.

It was scary.

It started with knowing I was dying.

I was trying to put my affairs in order as fast as I could but I was running out of time.

I wanted to write a will.

I wanted to make sure my beneficiaries were really who I wanted them to be.

I was worried about my cats.

I was worried about my ring of all things.  

I felt stressed out.

My mom came to pick me up to take me to the hospital.

She was happy I was dying.

It was weird.

She put me into a wheel chair (suddenly we were at the hospital) and was pushing me around.

Pushing me into my death room.

I looked the same as I do now.  

I did not look sick.

I did not look old but I know that does not necessarily mean anything.  

I had on my normal clothes.

The nurses and doctors were around me.

And we all waited for me to die.

And I did.

But only for a little while.

I am not sure how long I was dead.

I just decided in my dead state that I did not want to die on that day.

Like I have that kind of power.

So I revived myself.

People were shocked.

People were not as happy as I would have expected.  

And then the strangest part of all - I went to work.

But not at the job I just got out of in November, but my very first pharmacy technician job.  

Weird...