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Dying From A Nightmare
Now, in theory, dying in your sleep is the way to go, right? You won't even know what happened. But this is what terrifies me. I always want to know what's happening. But I'm youngish and in reasonably good health and so, probably, I'm not going to die of natural causes in my sleep. Unless, of course, my dreams kill me. Doree Shafrir wrote a completely chilling account of nightmare-induced, self-inflicted violence that I have not been able to stop thinking about. So, yeah, I am not sleeping much. I have a slight background with this in that, once, when I was in high school and had gone with a friend to an Ani DiFranco concert (shut up, it was 1998) I went to sleep that night and woke up coughing with my own hands wrapped around my throat. Did I die? No. Has it happened again? Also, no. Have I listened to Ani DiFranco since then? No, but that might not be exactly related. Anyway. This is very scary. I don't want to die in my sleep. Like Woody Allen, I want to die, "being kicked to death by a pair of scantily clad cocktail waitresses."