i come home and find that all the windows have been broken. there's glass all over the stairs at the front door and in the hallway, too. i continue walking in, all the while hearing that icy crunch under my feet. in the kitchen, too, all the glass is broken, even all the cups. i look down and realize that a pair of bloody footprints lead into where i'm standing. clearly, someone has cut their feet on the broken glass. i trace the steps back to the front door. about at the moment i realize the bloody footprints have walked everywhere i have, i realize that i'm not wearing shoes and that the footprints are mine.
And that, folks, was the kind of dream that makes me sit upright in bed.