What do people dream about the night before they die?
Do they get a revelation? An epiphany? A warning? An omen?
Do they remember what they dreamed about?
Do they even have a goodnight sleep?
Inevitable as death is, most people are caught off-guard. We know we can die any minute, but we don’t want to push our ticket by giving too much thought to the idea, by making too many arrangements that may attract some bad luck. Even if people do not believe in luck of any kind, somehow they manage to believe they can dodge the sentence imposed on them from their very conception.
I like the stories of people who “knew” they were going to die and made sure they’d leave a trace of entertaining anecdotes for their mourners to tell.
Except for suicidal instances, people who plan actions that most likely will get them killed (especially criminals), or terminal patients, death comes as a surprise. It is always us, the ones left behind, who manage to turn the day or night before into stories to give us solace or nightmares.
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