My dreams are unpredictable. Last night I dreamt about the topic of death:
I dreamt that an old lady travels to a country where euthanasia is legal. After enjoying her last holiday, she goes to the hospital for her euthanasia, but before she enters the euthanasia room, she asks the doctor what the hospital would do to her stuff once they have euthanised her. (She brought her handbag along to the hospital with her, and her luggage is in a mess in her hotel room.)
On the other side (Linkin Park side), I dreamt that I read a news article on what a terminally ill patient wrote about Chester after Chester’s passing; the patient’s last concert was supposed to be that of Linkin Park. Then after that I went on read that someone’s best friend committed suicide after their terminally ill best friend died. And then the online gaming community in some forums was sad that they will never challenge DarthChester again (one of Chester’s gaming username).
And then I went on to dreaming that up in the clouds, a boy’s spirit was floating there. There was a time lapse showing the boy asking newcomers if there were any new Fort Minor stuff back on Earth. Back on Earth, Mike was at a podium speaking to a large audience. He was saying, for those of y’all who are preparing to go, please don’t go, cuz there’ll be more Fort Minor shit coming up down here.
Shit, that must’ve been one of the most depressing dream ever. After I woke up from that, tears started flowing from my eyes, and I couldn’t really sleep after that anymore.