Strange dream last night. I can remember only the seconds before I woke, but I seem to have had a series of stressful adventures leading to a small gathering of friends I don’t actually know in the real world.
“That was a close one,” I said.
“Yeah – but look at this!” answered the fellow on my left, and we all turned in his direction. He was holding his wrist with his right hand while everything above his grip – fingers, palm, everything – had been stripped to the bone. We were stunned.
“Sure,” replied the guy on my right, “but look at this!”
My second friend was also holding his wrist, but there was flesh only above his grip – the rest of him was bare skeleton.
