After a long night of experiencing the ghost of unique thoughts and the ghost of joyful thoughts I exhaustedly collapsed on the bed and closed my eyes.

The sound of whistling wind appeared in my unconsciousness. My dream of flying a kite on the beach came to life. A low whisper of something was in my ear. It was incoherent so I ignored it. I felt warm wetness on my hands. I looked down, startled at the crimson fluid dripping from my hands. I let the kite string go and ran to wash my hands in the ocean waves that lapped onto the beach. The carcass of my dog bumped against my arms. There was a wide open gash in his throat. The whisper came back clearer this time. Morbid it said. Great, here we go again.