The day before yesterday, I dreamed of someone jumping off a building right in front of me (in the dream, it was someone I knew). He didn’t die immediately but passed away shortly after. Before he took his last breath, I rushed to his side to accompany him in his final moments. So… yeah, there was a close-up of his face. His jaw was already shattered.

Yesterday, I dreamed that, for some reason, I needed to be stabbed a few times. By the time I woke up, I had already been stabbed twice—not fatally, but it hurt so much…

Maybe it’s time to write a short story about all this.