wake 'n shake

last night i had the (second) most unsettling dream of my sleepy little carbonated life. i'll skip the boring details for you and get right to the part where the strange violent man started scraping all of his skin off with a rusty paint scraper. he was standing on glass in about two inches of water, so when each large ribbon of torn skin landed and started to slowly drift away i could see it in perfect clarity. the dream ended when he stood up, apparently finished. if i had to guess, i'd say he had removed four fifths of his skin. he did not scream.