Why, in my dream, did I cut my hand, spilling blood on the wooden, polished table? And how did you know to run the bath before I left? Left where? I’ve forgotten already. Where was I going? I’m sure I knew at the time.
What is the significance of the blood?
It’s not the usual stuff of my dreams.
2 comments:
It all sounds very ominous doesn't it? Perhaps you ate too much Red Leicester before you retired?
I don't think I ate any of Leicester. I might have had a nibble of Durham.
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