At exactly 9am this morning, I broke out of my dream and stood out of bed. The last part of my dream was hauntingly vivid, specifically the final scene of the night's performance. It was daylight and she was in a small darkened room. She held a modern army rifle (could I be any more obvious?) and after shooting it off by mistake, it dropped to the floor. At that moment, two men were in the room and one of them retrieved the gun. He shot the woman several times. She lay on the floor screaming without sound. She was still alive. The other one drew out a sword. I watched it slide from the sheathe in spectacular slow motion. Pierced again and again, she would not die. And then one of the men lifted her up and pulled her hair back to expose her neck. And the other man decapitated her head. I fled the scene, now outdoors, daylight, street with at least four lanes and traffic wandering by. A sign mentioning a fair queen --- the woman's rolling head coming to a stop at the side of the road, not but a few paces away. No one driving past would notice the macabre sight. I felt the finality when I woke up.
I thought she'd never die.