It was like we were reunited after some major tragedy, my family and I... there was a closeness felt as we walked on a wide side-walked path through a park of sorts. We overheard/witnessed another Dad and his struggle to emotionally connect with his daughters - I laughed and pointed out to Dad he wasn't the only one...he laughed and I could feel a sense of relief come over him.
We arrived at these docks that edged water full of barracuda... we were there to fish for them.. they were brilliantly colored, yet still dull - it's hard to explain... it was a dark red to deep orange color with white frames to make a blocky pattern.
Mom was always at one with nature... and I remember thinking of her as Pocahontas and she dived right into the water and swam underneath with her long black hair flowing behind her - this was her comfort zone.
I don't remember it happening... but I remember a deep shredded gash in my thigh caused by a bite from one of the barracudas...and for some reason someone though it was reasonable to use a hunters knife to slice open my other thigh to match - though it was clear one was a much cleaner cut than the other.
Focus was now in a hospital... I was watching someone on the table that was supposed to be me - but I was watching from across the room. Doctors were preparing their tool to fix the issue... a bone saw but with large sanding, dremel type attachment instead of the saw. Next I remember seeing chunks of flesh fly after a misjudgement the doctor made... I went closer to inspect and can't remember if I actually saw or just anticipated seeing an amputated limb..... the doctor passed out and I woke up.
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