A dream: I’m washing the dishes and turn around to see
someone walking out of the hallway towards the door carrying something. I
realize there’s someone else right behind me, a stranger. I know he’s going to
hit me, perhaps kill me. Don’t, don’t, don’t I say but he strikes me and keeps
striking me and keeps striking me.
A dream: I’m washing the dishes and turn around to see
someone walking out of the hallway towards the door carrying something. I
realize there’s someone else right behind me, a stranger. I know he’s going to
hit me, perhaps kill me. I search in the sink and find a chopping knife. Before
he strikes me I take the knife stab him in the chest. I keep striking and
striking and keep striking.
A dream: You’re washing the dishes and turn around to see
someone walking out of the hallway towards the door carrying something. It’s
me. I’m carrying everything that ever mattered. You realize you’re going to be alone.
You stand by the sink and hold a chopping knife. You feel like you’ve been
stabbed in the chest. I keep walking and walking and walking.
