silencing myself

Wednesday, Jan. 30, 2002 00:31

I had a dream some years ago, that I was being stalked by a woman. I was running away from her, scared.

I finally hid in a big wicker basket, but she smelled me there, and slowly approached. I realized I had a dagger in my hand, and just as she opened the lid of the basket, I thrust out at her and stabbed her in the throat. Her eyes jumped open in surprise, and I bolted awake, full of the sensation of being stabbed in the throat.


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