lastnite: a dream journal

Impaled by a silo

I dreamt that Carmody and I were on a road trip to nowhere in particular. It was night, of course, and we got to a meadowy spot. There was an accident on the other lane: a semi moving a silo, in its entirity, had toppled over. A young woman had been partially impaled by part of the metal roof. Three police officers carried her; her face was wrapped up in a pleather coat. I told Carmody that if anything should happen to me, I would prefer not to be swaddled in pleather -- I like breathing.