"i had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove."

I had a dream last night that i was back in Amsterdam. While i was staring into the mirror putting my face on before class i couldn't help but think about my last couple nights there last summer. It was the only time in my life that i have actually thought i was going to die. The first night i fell ill, i spent nearly eight hours unable to pull myself off the bathroom floor. I was vomiting at least every twenty minutes and drifting in and out of consciousness. At one point i actually started to hallucinate. I couldn't see straight and i started to hear voices. As scared as i was, there was something about the whole scenario that seemed alright - that if i was going to die, i could think of nothing more appropriate than mysteriously getting sick and kicking the bucket at the age of twenty on the cold bathroom floor of a five star hotel in Amsterdam.