I had a really weird dream last night. I don’t remember all of it, but one part I do remember as clearly as I can see my monitor in front of me now — I was bleeding. What I do remember is that I was doing something to make myself bleed, either cutting or stabbing. It didn’t seem like my skin, or even real blood, but in my dream I knew it was real and that it was mine. I remember the way my skin looked, the color and texture; and I remember watching the blood slowly creep out of my wounds, first a deep purple, then crimson, streaking red lines down my flesh.
I remember thinking “Why am I doing this?” And then I started tasting, then drinking the blood. I don’t remember anything after that.
I’ve both seen and been monsters in my dreams before, but never with this kind of clarity.