BrightEye
This was an odd dream. There was a dead girl. She was African. She was menstruating when she died. I was supposed to perform a postmortem. But the dissection room became a bathroom with a dirty toilet. The dead girl was gone, and as I was getting changed into my laboratory clothes, it was me who was menstruating. There was all this blood running down my thighs (sorry guys!), and I had nothing proper to wipe it up with or contain it, although I did try to contain it.
Presumably I was the dead girl, but why African? And why menstruation? I think it's the first time I've ever dreamt of that.
Presumably I was the dead girl, but why African? And why menstruation? I think it's the first time I've ever dreamt of that.