My Last Dream

When my sister and I were young, we had a couple of traditions about food. One was to eat raisins after a bath made our fingers pruny, and the other was to put the banana sticker on our foreheads when eating a banana. I'd be interested to know who else grew up observing these traditions.
When my sister and I were young, we had a couple of traditions about food. One was to eat raisins after a bath made our fingers pruny, and the other was to put the banana sticker on our foreheads when eating a banana. I’d be interested to know who else grew up observing these traditions.

Forgive the sentimentality, but I have been pondering my death recently. It is, after all, an inevitability. I’m not dwelling on it, and I’m not depressed about it. I do note that I have lived more years than I am likely to live in the future.

I’ve spent all of that time in thought. Deep thought.

So I was thinking about lasts. Last kiss. Last orgasm. Last action. Last utterance. Last thought. Important things.

I don’t know why it sparked my imagination, but I wondered: what will be my last dream? I dream a lot, and I remember many of them. It is very possible my last dream could be my last experience as a sentient being. There is a lot in lore about one’s life flashing before one’s eyes. I wonder if last dreams are like that.

2 Comments

  1. “I do note that I have lived more years than I am likely to live in the future.”

    Based on statistical probability, I’m there too; I realized it when I turned 40 (ignoring for a moment my fascination with the 27 Club when I was 27).

    It’s led me to thinking about prioritizing my time, engaging in less time-wasting behavior, and realizing that I’m likely in the best part of my life so far.

  2. Not so fast, methuselah. Scientists say that the first person to live to be 200 has already been born. Why not you?

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