I had two odd and gruesome dreams. The second I don’t remember very well; there was a dark highway, with a motorcycle or bicycle accident that was spread over a distance. Someone, maybe me, tried to put out a red light in the profound darkness to prevent being hit again by someone else coming along.

The first, though — two living corpses were in a desert, desperately trying to reach and touch each other. Living corpses because one was whole but covered in gallons of its own blood and gore. The other was missing its head, neck and upper chest, and yet it was still crawling along, trying to reach the other . . . it looked as though they stopped moving just short of touching.

Then I woke up.