Trail of Blood

On my way to work today I saw a trail of dried blood. It made me think about wounds. They painfully gush at first and then, hopefully, over time they coagulate and eventually heal.

This morning in my dreamworld I suffered literal and figurative wounds. I sat cross-legged in my underwear on a bed in the middle of a meadow. The moisture from the meadow seeped into my bones and I felt a deep loneliness. I tried to center myself, but all I wanted was a sincere tender hug from someone who would tell me that everything would soon be alright. I sat envisioning a savior.

A friend of mine appeared and sexually attacked me. He left me lying on the dewy grass bleeding. I tried to scream and cry, but I couldn't. I just lay there hoping that I would heal. My body turned blue and I stopped breathing.