Calmly I decide that I need to remove my own head. Calmly, I grasp myself around the neck and lift my head off my shoulders. I hold it in my hands and study it, the skin discolored, rotting and peeling, the hair wispy long, white and easily falling out.
I realize that it makes no sense for me to look at my head, in which sit my eyes, while holding my head in my hands. At this same moment, I also notice that I am standing before a mirror.
Looking in the mirror, I see that I still have a head. This is unsettling but not frightening. My skin is sickly pale with a strong green hue, my eyes sunken in large red circles. At first, I believe myself to be dead, but soon realize that I am not dead yet. This is not frightening. This is not a nightmare. I dream often, but I don't have nightmares.