On dreams.

Thursday night I reached lucidity and wanted to do what I could never mention in real life.

Friday night I dreamed I had a lover who shot me in my in the thigh and then shot himself three times, until he died. I put his body on the carpet near the back door of our old house. I called 9-1-1 later and told the dispatcher not to bother using the siren when they came because I didn't want to disturb the neighbors. I could feel his disembodied tongue in my mouth.