I had a premonitionary dream

I know how I’m going to die.
I’m going to choke to death on an olive that I throw into my mouth with too much enthusiasm.
My final minute of life will involve clutching my throat and desperately throwing myself onto the backs of chairs to try and force the air out of my lungs, while tears streak down my cheeks and blood dribbles from my mouth where I’ve bitten my cheeks with the futile effort of it all. Then I’ll go dizzy and die.
So much to look forward to…

RC 8-5-17