in my dream this morning, you were turning cartwheels. your incisions came open as you inverted, and a bright white light shone out of them. when you were back upright, you giggled and then gently pulled your skin back into place and the incisions knitted themselves back into place. you did this over and over, giggling every time you had to put yourself back together. someone else in the room found the whole process disturbing, so you decided to ease their distress by putting a large white bandage over your abdomen that had a generic label on it in black helvetica bold which said "bandage." you found this profoundly hilarious.
i love you.
Sent: Saturday, August 8, 2009 12:19:56 PM
1. will you call dad, jason, and the grammas after jim calls you monday to say i woke up?
2. you are the alternate on my living will. james is first. i do not want to be kept alive in a coma for a substantial time. i do not want to be kept alive on feeding machines in a hospital for a substantial time. life for me includes earth and trees, being able to communicate with other people, and having thoughts. i think you understand. i don't want to be part of the person that i am. i do not want to die, but i am willing to die when the time is right. if i were a dog and you'd put them down if they were like that, let me go.
Subject: Re: big/small
Date: August 8, 2009 10:40:15 AM PDT
1.Thought I'd answered you. Of course I will make the calls.