Smudgefish

Lots and lots of little fragments this morning, going from my memory before I can write them down.

1) I was going to be killed by lethal injection. I had asked another doctor to do it. I was in a room waiting for it to happen, all sorts of strange thoughts were going through my head - I was imagining what I would be thinking at the moment it took effect, and what he would put on my death certificate. A lot more happened in this dream (or was it part of another dream?). I was in a deserted public school building, I looked into a room and saw that it was an old dormitory and felt sorry for the children that must have lived there.

2) I parked a vehicle in an underground garage, got out and walked up some steps to ground level. I had to meet someone.