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11-10-04
The Shard

A man in a rage. He broke a huge sheet of glass (mirror) that was attached to the wall, cracking it. He removed the upper portion. The wall beneath looked as though it was in a state of disrepair. There were places where the lath was showing. The man hurled this piece of glass at me. It missed, going to my left. I picked it up and threw it back at him. He was standing just my side of a doorway, with his back to the opening. The glass hit above the entry way and broke, coming down around him. A piece stuck in his back. He staggered forward and turned around so I could see his back. It looked misshapen, as though he had a backpack on. I could see the glass shard in his back. Reaching over his head and back he managed to pull it out. The end was red with blood. Can’t remember exactly what happened next, but I know he attacked me with it. Don’t remember running, a fight or struggle. Don’t remember feeling any pain, but he stabbed me in the back with the shard. He was over me at some point saying something, then he left. I was lying on the ground outside thinking I would die, but after awhile thought I might not be mortally wounded and figured that I ought to try and help myself. After all, if I was gonna die, at least I would die attempting to help myself. Using an iron fence or railing I pulled myself up. I felt a bit woozy and thought it was probably due to blood loss. I knew I was back in Chicago and there was a hospital in the area. Using walls and such I managed to move along. I found a lady dressed in white sitting on some stairs. She also had on a white hat that had pearls sewn onto it. I asked her if she would take me to the hospital, St. Elizabeth’s, as I was hurt. She was hesitant, saying they had no parking. I told her all she had to do was drop me off. While she asked about directions, (it was south and west of where we were) I managed to climb onto the top of a bus. The top of the bus was flat with raised sides and had brown indoor/outdoor type carpet covering it, but no seats. The bus took off making a turn that tossed me around. Next I remember I was back on the ground still trying to make my way to the hospital. I was talking to people along the way, explaining what had happened. (basically re-telling my dream and re-enforcing it in my mind) Someone mentioned that I certainly looked like I had been through “something.” I looked down at myself to see what I was wearing. I had on a dress that was torn and tattered. The front was divided by two seams that ran the length of it. These seams went over the bust line, accentuating it. It had originally been white, but was stained with splashes of color, yellow, blue, and (red?) I wondered what the back looked like.

Done a lot of thinking bout this dream and believe it’s related to an actual incident. One that happened back in Chicago while I worked as a nurses aide at St. Elizabeth’s hospital.
Anyone want to make any comments? Marj
 

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