I am working on a project - to set up a rope noose for a hanging. David and Mom are standing
separately some distance away and I have explained to them in a matter of fact way what I am doing
and they do not seem alarmed. Unable to reach the cubbyhole cabinets overhead I step on a stool
which is shaped like a beach ball but colored green and blue like pictures of the Earth from space.
It is quite unstable but I am able to reach whatever it is that I need and complete my preparations.
Suddenly I realize that what I am doing is preparing to kill myself and that I really am going to
die.
I woke up horrified, trying to figure out whether I would die of a broken neck or strangulation,
and which would be less uncomfortable. I think the dream is about how, in my efforts to prepare
for my death, I am overlooking the unpleasant fact that I am actually soon going to die.