I must get this dream, which I just woke from, into the universe so it’s not filling up so much of my head:
I was driving along a darkened highway at night when I noticed police freshly on a scene. Of course I had to look; a young girl, no more than eight years old, with her heart carved out of her chest and now resting within her motionless hands. Bright red blood was smeared everywhere. Horrified, I continue to drive, waved on by the police. I had not driven far when I reached the next scene; a man and a woman, limbs entwined, chest to chest. Their eyes bulged grotesquely from their sockets, and the man’s skull had split open, allowing his brain to spill onto the interstate. In the same moment, my son began sobbing from the seat behind me; I hadn’t had time to warn the boys to close their eyes, and now they had seen.
* Since awakening, my chest has hurt badly.
*This morning, I received my second round of OrthoVisc injections, administered to the medial side of each knee joint. I had to sit down again before I even left the exam room, and sat for 15 minutes in my car before driving. I’ve iced them on and off all afternoon.