dying dreams

I'm at a clinic along with bonnie and other women academics when I just slip down-- I'm fading away-- the feeling is intense: partly the lethargy of sleep combined with a sense of inevitability.

I'm in my parents' house, when I realize I'm being slowly poisoned by nerve gas-- when I figure out what's happening, I struggle to take care of it myself without bothering my father because I just don't have the energy to spare-- it's about survival at this point. I dial 911 on my cell phone and gather up what I'll need, keys, wallet, and make my way downstairs-- I'm struggling to stay on my feet, reeling and fighting unconsciousness, headed for the front door to wait for the ambulance. my dad's downstairs, and I reassure him as lightly as I can that everything's fine and that I'll be back soon.