I'm the Lonely Silent One, I'm the One Left in the Dust

I had an odd occurrence last night.  I had fallen asleep to Tom Petty interviews and live concerts.  Perhaps it was all the considering of his exit. I  half awoke directly after falling fast asleep with the feeling that I could not catch my breath, my heart fluttering.  A voice somewhere between the dream state kept telling me that I was dying.  It said I wouldn't wake up in the morning and it was constant enough that I started to believe it.  After about 20 minutes of this,  confused at my own new strangeness, I became stressed at the thought that my mother or father were possibly passing and this was some messed up premonition. Or that P was in trouble and had hit an accident on the road.  I would have panicked if I was fully awake.  I laid there trying to come to grips with impending bad news or my own demise until eventually hours later, I fell back to sleep convinced I had lost my damn mind.  Yeah, all this drama happened all quiet and alone like that.  Regarding the notion of my own passing though, I became surprisingly at peace. Not that I'm ready or desire this whatsoever.  In fact I've been praying on a second act.

I woke up for work the next day and didn't know how to feel anything but grateful later after hearing that everyone was okay.

We are all familiar with that tranquil state right before we get terrible news.  Or I should say you don't know how good you have it until tragedy strikes. I don't know what this episode was about and days later I still don't care to speculate.  I just don't want to continue fearing life.  Because dreading it is it's own certain kind of death.

So it's a little strange that I found all these cool gruesome pics around the neighborhood.  But life is real funny like that sometimes.  To honor the day I indulged in two slices of gourmet pizza from Lean Crust.