My Execution: A Dream

Since Robert was killed I've had many dreams about execution. Sometimes it's Robert again. Sometimes it's other people, people I know and people I don't know. Sometimes it's me.

This dream was especially vivid. I was taken to a prison in Alaska, to a large hospital room where many people were in rows of beds, being slowly put to death by an infusion of an insidious poison for which there is no antidote. I was put to bed, the IV was started, and the personnel left. I struggled up out of bed and staggered to the window because I wanted to see one last sunrise before I died.

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