2013-01-29 - 7:42 a.m.
I was only half in this world, and I was chasing an older man, huge and burly, we would attack each other with dull butter knives, dig them deep in our backs. They hurt but came out only vaguely tinted red, no scratch. I was winning and causing him extreme pain, so he went to hug someone, maybe an ancient woman at the top floor of a wooden house in a forest, and I tried to dig my knife deep but couldn't as I was afraid I'd cut her too.
