Dream of

A group of us have agreed on a definite end date. We have a leader and he’s told us what that day is. When the day comes there’s a table for me + people lying down on their own tables, and somebody walking along inserting tubes into their arms. Realizing the eminence of my own mortality, how I too agreed to this, I become angry. I say to the person next to me I’m going to take my car and drive it through a fast food restaurant to kill Michael Dowd. I am surprised to say his name.