Dreaming of the pool (One for Dave Powell)

Reader discretion advised: references to extreme violence and an image of blood and gore – The featured image and the one below taken by my daughter on a smartphone.

It was the morning and we were leaving for a couple of days away from the 34deg heat.

1. My wife said she had dreamed she was walking down the garden to go swimming.

This was odd: (a) we don’t have a swimming pool, (b) my wife can’t swim and hates swimming.

We hadn’t been to Sapporo for a couple of years and the last time we were greeted by death, murders and violence.

2. The hotel very close to where we previously stayed was the scene of a brutal murder (para 2 in the above article). A young lady had tricked the man who had previously abused her into going to a hotel where she tied him up, decapitated him with a saw, and took his head home as a trophy. (She’s in a hospital awaiting trial, as is her psychiatrist father, while her mother has been sentenced to a year in prison for covering up the crime.)

3. While in Sapporo a friend took us to a favourite izakaya (“tereya”, para 9 in the above article). The owner had a gash in the top of his head where he had been attacked by a crow.

Tidying up just before leaving, checking emails and WhatsApp messages, there was a video from my grandson “Ermmm. Hi! I’ve cracked my head open… I’m in hospital at the moment…”. He was wearing what looked like a white turban on his head, he was smiling, looking proud.

“I tried a back-flip off the edge of the swimming pool and landed on my head on the edge of the pool. I’ve got a big gash in my head. I can send a photo if J [another grandson] wants to see.”

Be warned, the image below might turn your stomach (Hamish decided it should be displayed small for this reason)

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I should add the injury looks worse that it was, and he is absolutely fine!

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