Midnight Pub

Dream VIII


11:00 p.m.

A man stumbled across the rocky path, clutching one side of his body.

As he neared, I recognized his face, dusty, covered with blood and perspiration.

I ran towards him and grabbed him just as he collapsed into my arms. He struggled to smile, and a tear slipped down his eye.

"Look, what they did to me, brother," he said.

I lifted his blood-soaked shirt, and saw his gaping wounds. "Who did this?"