I think I really hate having dreams when I sleep. Nightmares are not as bad, at least you’ll wake and just feel cold and scared. Dreams make me feel displaced.

I had another one on Saturday night. There was a deliberate “accident”, and there were glass shards all over the place. Somehow I fell and got cut, but no one was hurt, not even me. I didn’t even notice. It was just glass, only glass. No blood.

It was after a while that I realized there were silvers of glass embedded in my leg. Like, I couldn’t actually see them, but I could feel the jagged edges as I run my hand down my leg. In fact, I can still remember it was my right leg.

So I extracted them out, one by one, and put them in a container. I pulled them out cleanly, and afterwards, I couldn’t feel them stuck in my leg anymore, just slight scars where they once were. Like it’s not there anymore, but you know it once was. It didn’t hurt. No blood.

That was what creeped me out the most, that I didn’t feel anything, just systematically pulling them out, one after the other. No fear, no pain, no blood, nothing.

Some people know that they’re dreaming, they just can’t force themselves to wake. I don’t. Maybe that’s why I hate having dreams, because I have no control over anything, and because I cannot separate what is real and what is not.

And yes, the dream was coloured. I can remember the glitter of the glass shards very well, untainted by red.