Last night I dreamt about rats.
	They were gnawing at my finger tips, razor-teeth cutting through
my flesh with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel.  I remember thinking
that I should be screaming in agony at this point, and yet no such sound
escaped my lips.  I was smiling... yes, I was smiling.  It was an almost
erotic experience, rat tongue and lips caressing my skin.  They started
to devour my hand, greedily gulping down skin and muscle tissue... and
I began to laugh.  More joined in, coming from all corners; like sharks
during a feeding frenzy.  Fangs tore through my skin as they worked up
my arm.
	I howled in ecstasy as the rats began gnawing at my legs.  By now,
hundreds of tongues graced my flesh, sending chills down my spine.  I
looked down and smiled as I scanned my lower body.  My legs were picked
clean, only stark white bone remained where there was once flesh.
	My arms as well -- vultures could not have picked them cleaner.  The
rats worked towards my torso, nibbling at my ribcage.  I felt blood 
squirt inside my chest as they began to devour my heart...

	I awoke to find my sheets twisted into knots, evidence of my thrashing
about in my sleep.  Small holes dotted the covers as if hundreds of tiny
teeth has been gnawing away at them.  I tried to move my arms and legs, and
found them sticking to the bed.  I reached over to the bedside lamp, switched
it on, and stared at my bloodstained arms.  
	I threw off the sheet, and gazed in disbelief at my legs -- awash in red.  
I remember little else... just a slight ringing in one ear, and a soft laugh
in the other.
	Near as I could tell, it was the day I began to lose my mind.
	
  	
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