My head was severed, decapitated throughout the whole dream. At first, I was in pain. I don’t know how it happened, I only know I didn’t want to have a severed head. There was a little blood, but if I put my head back on right and held my neck still for a few minutes, the blood would clot and stop. Until someone touched me or I moved my head, which I tried to avoid.
Brian Keene and several others (I have no clue who) were sitting on the floor in the living room. I think (maybe) they had cards. Alethea Kontis and Kelli Dunlap were there, but in a different part of the room, Alethea was sitting on the couch, Kelli on the chair.
Brian had a neon yellow and black fine-tip Sharpie that was twice as long as a normal pen. I walked into the room and it was the one thing that interested me. I asked him if I could try it out and he laughed and said he knew he should have hid it from me. He handed it to me and I wrote my name on a piece of paper a few times and made a suggestion to myself that it would be good for this scrapbook I was working on.
So I got out the book to see if the Sharpie would work Brian came over to me and leaned in to look at the photos and jostled my head and it almost fell off again. I dropped the book to steady my still severed head. Alethea, bless her heart, kept trying to help me put my head on and make it pretty while Kelli tried to make me laugh instead of panic.
Brian turned the scrapbook to some pages I wasn’t sure I wanted to share. They were my Viet Nam photos and I didn’t particularly like reliving those memories. Brian asked questions about them and I explained who the people were and what parts of the country we were in, all while holding my neck.
I was in the Army. My head was still decapitated. I was supposed to be show up at 7pm to a drill of some sort with my fatigues on and my bag full. Except my belonging weren’t clean. The barracks had several washers and dryers near the far end of the building, but everything was full. Phil and Zane were sleeping, they didn’t have to attend this drill with me, but I was already late and fearful of the consequences. And I couldn’t figure out how I was going to do PT with my head severed, I knew it would fall off.
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That’s it. I have to analyze this one. LOL