Last night I had turbulent dreams. First I dreamt that the Lyco Dog t-shirts (we're selling them for English Society at the Homecoming game, buy one, only $10) came back from the printer all wrong; ivory instead of navy, text all messed up. It pissed me off so bad. All that work for nothing. Hopefully this is not a premonition.

Then I dreamt that I did something terrible, something punishable by death. Except I was at a cabin or something and all my family was there, like we were on vacation. They (I don't know who, I don't think it was my family) decided to execute me in the traditional ancient Egyptian way (I have no idea if this is actually how Egyptians did it). In the dream, the women were executed by beheading. So they beheaded me. Then they executed me futher in the way that men were killed; by slitting the top sides of myankles so I would bleed to death.

I kept living for a long time, though, and I could still walk and talk, except it sounded like I had terrible laryngitis. I kept finding my parents and telling them what I wanted on my tombstone and how I wanted to be buried (not embalmed, not cremated; biodegradable wrap so I can be one with the earth, haha). Then I woke up an hour late.

This isn't the first dream I've had where I've been mortally wounded, but unable to die. I wonder what that means.