If I die at work, this will probably be how

I've been having these weird visions lately. None of them have come true, yet, so I guess they're not predictions, but they seem very real. Every day for the past week, I've been picturing different ways I can die at work. Not in a suicidal sense, but in a I-have-no-control-on-how-to-prevent-it kind of way. More natural or external causes rather than a dumb mistake. Kind of like the movie Final Destination 3, but not as predictable or gay. So I guess it's more like Final Destination 1. For instance, I work around a lot of machines where I could easily lose a hand or something, but I don't picture that. I seem to picture weird organ failures or freak accidents involving uncommon occurrences. I'm a little weird, sure, but they seem so real. Examples: Tuesday is my first day of work for the week. After an hour or so of 'working', I got this weird picture in my head. I pictured myself sitting at my desk, head tilted back and to the side, eyes wide open, and tongue hanging out. For some reason I always picture my tongue hanging out when I die. I was indeed dead. I died of an Aneurysm. I hear that's the easiest way to go. Sudden and without warning. Painless with no suffering. Yes, I think I'll have that. Maybe even with a side of cole slaw and a biscuit. Wednesday was a little different. I saw myself with a Sepsis. It turned my blood black as night and it started oozing out of my eye sockets. Then I collapsed on the floor and died in a pool of my own black goock. I blame that little daydream on CSI. Something about having moldy human tissue in a wall, spreading spores throughout the room using the air conditioning. Educational shit. Thursday was funny. The power went out at work just after I got in. Since my entire job depends on power, I decided to plant my face next to my keyboard and take a nap. As I was dozing off I wondered how weird it would be for someone to find me there dead as a doornail, but appearing to be sleep. Whatever old people die of in their sleep, that's what happened to me. Call it Congestive Heart Failure or something. I dunno. Maybe when the power came back on it would trigger some freak anti-accident (I just made that word up) that would jump start my heart back to normal. That would be an odd day for everybody. I have these wobbly stairs I have to climb everyday to empty paper into a recycling bin. The containers I empty are fairly fucking heavy which makes me have to pay extra close attention to my balance while I walk up these stairs. On Friday, I was feeling lightheaded while climbing them when I just pictured myself falling off the top and bashing my head on the asphalt. Then, adding insult to injury, the full trash container would fall on my head, smashing it in some more. Severe, blunt, head trauma, I think, is what they call it. You can blame that one on CSI also for I fell asleep watching it the day prior. I'm not morbid, I promise you, just imaginative and easily influenced. I was crushed to death on Saturday. I saw myself running underneath a delivery truck to keep from having to go around it, somehow the wheels popped off and I was obliterated. The entire trailer full of frozen goods collapsed on me like my size 12's on so many ants in my lifetime. This all occurred right in front of the smoking area where three or five co-workers were enjoying their 'fresh air'. That would have scarred them for life. Could you even imagine witnessing something like that? With an accident like that there had to be some crazy, gory splatter going on. It was a very traumatic experience for everyone. In my head. I wanted to make note of these just in case something really does happen in the future. Then I could be this mythical co-worker who predicted his own death and I would be famous and they'd write books about my genius. In addition to that, they'd go back and read everything I've ever written and try to decipher them to see if I was telling the future there also. There would be classes at Stanford about me and my psychic abilities. My brain would be cut up in chunks and on exhibit in every major university ON EARTH!!!! **cue evil, mad scientist laugh** Or I'm just some troubled, emo guy who has morbid dreams about his own demise, Tupac-style bitches!