Dream Fragments

(i) We're moving, trying to clear our stuff out of the apartment. Everything is almost out, and but I notice that our DSL modem (the old one that we used in waking life for our Telocity/DirecTVInternet connection) is still hooked up, standing upright on the bedroom floor, its LEDs blinking.

(ii) (Later, after waking and falling back asleep) After a bunch of activity lost in the fog of unremembered dream, I enter the building that houses my office. I choose not to take the elevator up to the third floor, my floor, but instead walk up the stairs, along the side of the building.

I'm quite tired, and my body is sore, particularly my left side. I reach for the handrail with my left hand ... only to realize that my left hand had been amputated some weeks ago, and I still haven't accustomed myself to its loss. The mistake is too much for me, and I stop climbing the stairs. I turn around and sit on the landing, weeping, holding my face in my right hand and supporting it with my left stump.

I woke up, finding myself lying on my left side. My left leg and arm were indeed sore, from having restricted blood circulation. My left hand was intact, although for a while after waking I kept touching it to reassure myself that it was still there.