Hunting Knife

[There’s a sharp knife stabbed into the soft part of my head, where the memories lie. It’s stuck deep down inside. It doesn’t hurt or weigh me down—-it’s just stuck there. And I’m standing off to one side, looking at this like it’s happening to someone else. I want to pull the knife out, but I can’t reach my hands inside my head. It’s the strangest thing. I can stab myself, but I can’t reach the knife to pull it out. And then everything starts to disappear. I start to fade away, too. Only the knife is always there—-to the very end. Like the bone of some prehistoric animal on the beach.] That’s the kind of dream I have,” he said.