I've been so busy recently that I haven't thought at all about death. Tonight, I woke up from a nap to watch American Idol and a fear of the nothingness that might come with death seized me. Maybe it was the dream I was having. I was swimming along the bottom of the Amazon, probably about ten feet down, with the sunlight coming down through the brown water like through a beer bottle. There were sharks and snakes and alligators and a bear (?) swimming above me, and I had to keep them from noticing me. I woke up and my mind was black and for a terrifying second I felt that I didn't exist. Then my room came into shape and I was okay. Death scares the shit out of me.