I dreamed that I was watching an old newsreel.

An elderly man was exiting a hospital and heading into a car filled with friends. The man was beaming.

“I’m going to my ‘whole life’ party” he says.

“What’s that?” asks an interviewer.

“It’s a celebration of your entire life” he says.

“How long do you have left?” the interviewer asks.

“Five days,” says the old man. “I’m really gonna enjoy them.”

Smiling, he goes into the car and the newsreel ends.

From the age of the newsreel, I realize the man must be long dead.