Okay, so, here is the Earth.
I had a really strange dream last night. I was lying on a bed in a dark hospital room with all this strange medical equipment around me. There was a single surgical light on. There were 3 other people in the room: Cora, Michael and a nurse. I had cancer or some fatal illness of some sort and was being told my the nurse that they were just going to go ahead and kill me since I wasn't going to live anyway. She brought out a needle and gave me a lethal injection of something. It was so strange because in my dream I could feel the needle piercing my vein and shooting the poison into my body. I watched at my veins turned red and the color crawled up my arm heading to my heart. I was joking the whole time though and only felt a slight twinge of fear at death. I kept telling Michael and Cora death jokes and they smiled but never said anything. The whole time I was laying on that bed waiting for my last breath all I could keep thinking was that I wasn't going to die. And so I didn't. The injection didn't work and the nurse came back very confused as to why I was still alive. So then they decided to try something else although I don't remeber what that something else was. The last thing I remember of the dream is feeling extremely tired and having the most satisfying feeling of just drifting off to sleep and as I fell asleep, or died (I'm not sure which), I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off. I was rather confused as to why I was waking up since I thought I had just fallen asleep. I really liked my dream. It was just a really calm atmosphere and there was nothing sad or upsetting about it. I guess that's why I find it so strange because my death wasn't frightening but was actually a relaxing experiance in my dream.