I had a wierd dream last night. I was in a kitchen with two people, one of whom was really out of control and angry and crazy. She looked very much like a street person version of a friend of mine in high school. Anyway, we were trying to accomplish something the three of us (the third person is much more vague and white blonde) and I'm standing at the sink and the out of control angry lady is holding a kitchen knife. A big one, one that you would use to cut a head of lettuce. I say something that makes her angry and I see her raise the knife as if she's going to throw it. I turn my back on her, in a gesture of trust and humor. "Yeah right, whatever." But she throws it. Hard. I hear/feel it punch through my skull. It enters in my occipital lobe, right at the knit of the joint between the temporal and occipital plates on the right hand side. I immediately am plunged into darkness and I think, "I'm dead." I realize I'm not dead because, well, I'm still thinking and I additionally realize that she's blinded me, permanently, and that I might still die. I actually hear the whooshing, roaring sound of blood entering into my cranium, my legs buckle and my forehead is on the counter of the sink. I feel this whooshing for another moment and then my legs buckle all the way and I'm in darkness. And I wake myself up.
The two major sensations are the punch through of the knife into my skull (sounds like "krchshnk") and the whooshing sound of arterial blood pumping into my head.
As I was headed out to rehearsal today I realized that the back of my head had a burning spot that I'd been pushing on and touching all day. The spot, still a bit tender and tingly, is where the dream knife entered my head.