If I recall correctly, the last time I dreamt of my own death it was directly preceding a visit with my parents. In a dream the night before last I slit my throat in a very precise manner that would allow for a drawn-out bleeding to death (and I neatly cut out a large piece of my neck, to keep in my front pocket). I met up with P and some of his friends, who informed me that it would take exactly 10 hours for this to happen- then I would be dead. I changed my mind though, and went to the ER to reverse the slit (I still had an intact piece of my neck, after all) . . . So this afternoon I leave for LA to see my family.