Tuesday, February 11

dream/nightmare

we (a general feeling of a group. family? my brothers and i? unclear) are hungry/sick? not sure. in NEED.

my mom looks at us, and calmly takes a knife and inserts it at the dorsal/volar border or her right forearm, sliding it horizontally forward.

i stare at her horrified and speechless, then run to her, asking, "why?! why?!" terrified and even a little angry at the great cost of such an unnecessary action.

/dream
i woke up, sweating. my God, these dreams are too much, sometimes.

yakob at 11:25 PM

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