My Last Dream

/ Richard R. Barron / 1 Comment
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.

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  1. 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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