January Writing Challenge #4: Write about a memory.

Have I already used this photo?  I can't remember.  I like it though.

I was driving to work one morning this week and I suddenly remembered a snippet of a dream from the night before. An image popped into my head of blood coming out of my hand or leg.   I couldn't remember exactly where I had been cut in the dream, but I had an image of blood and I remember being worried in the dream about my injuries.  That's basically all I could remember.  A quick image.  A vague feeling.

This is why I'm not crazy about dreaming. I usually have dreams where I'm doing something embarrassing, or I'm in serious trouble with authorities, or I'm bleeding profusely from a gunshot or I'm teaching and my entire class refuses to follow my directions. I have that last one a lot.  There's something kind of punishing about dreams. Life is hard enough, then I've got to go to sleep and deal with mayhem and malfeasance? Dreams get on my last nerve.