Will I be missed when I'm gone?
Sep. 7th, 2011 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shockwave77598I had a strange and scary dream last night - I dreamed that I'd died.
What was strange about the dream was less that I'd croaked, but on what the effects were. The dream focused on my wife sitting in the now silent garage. A place that hummed with machines and music, now forever silent. And it was the quiet in that room which I spent so much time in that made her realize that I was truly gone. The pick and place would never run again. The lights would never go out into the yard again. The synths and the computers would never so much as beep again. It was... an eerie dream.
And it ended suddenly when the wife rolled over in bed and cuddled me, for which I am grateful. I don't expect to live forever, no. But the thing I'll be most remembered for is how noisy I made the garage? That, I think, was disappointing.
What was strange about the dream was less that I'd croaked, but on what the effects were. The dream focused on my wife sitting in the now silent garage. A place that hummed with machines and music, now forever silent. And it was the quiet in that room which I spent so much time in that made her realize that I was truly gone. The pick and place would never run again. The lights would never go out into the yard again. The synths and the computers would never so much as beep again. It was... an eerie dream.
And it ended suddenly when the wife rolled over in bed and cuddled me, for which I am grateful. I don't expect to live forever, no. But the thing I'll be most remembered for is how noisy I made the garage? That, I think, was disappointing.
