. four .

i woke up the other night and grabbed my knee.  i could have sworn there was blood pouring out, my knee cap nearly lacerated at the ligaments. luckily it was all a dream.  there was a girl i knew, we left the party, we know where this is going.  we race to her dorm, running at full speed like some sort of sick contest.  when we reached lot b i finally caught up to her, but our legs became entwined and we whole of us folded like overcooked pasta fresh out of a steamer.  we both approached the ground at an alarming speed, yet it seemed we only had skinned knees.  next our eyes looked down to the horrible sight of blood pouring south.  no pain though, i am beginning to think that even my subconscious has forgotten the feel of stabbing pain, i can't say this is to much of a bad thing. we could barely walk though, something was broken and obviously our immediate agenda had been foiled. just our luck, i knew our lips would never meet.  it was cold though and the sanguine fluid began to curdle a bit.  how wretched.  i for one would have loved to know the end to this story, but REM decided that it was time to move to my final stage of sleep and the scene melted from my eyelids.  a shame i'm so clumsy,  maybe one day we can run again.