A weird dream Last night I had a nightmare. I generally don’t remember dreams at all, since I often forget them a few minutes after I wake up; sometimes I think I should write them down immediately. I was a reporter, and was inside a well-furnished but decadent house, similar to the ones you see in American splatter and horror movies. Just as I sat down on a dusty armchair, sombody brought in what I thought was the corpse of a woman hanging by a cloteshanger, but it wasn’t a normal corpse: her skin was made of glass, through which I could see her internal organs –heart, lungs, liver…- and her nerves. She was still alive. Somehow I sensed she was the result of some creepy secret human experiment and, what’s worse, I could actually feel her pain, even though she was completely quiet. I wanted to interview her, but she started crying and didn’t answer a single question. I don’t remember what happened next: I only have this weird scene imprinted on my memory. It wasn’t a scary dream, after all: just a disturbing one. I truly hope I will never dream of crying glass statues again :D