Sword Head

I started out outside of grandmamma's house, but I'm not sure what I was doing out there or why I was there. I seem to remember a brief moment where I had a katana in my hand, and I fell over to my right. As I fell, I manged to get the katana stuck in my head. I was out in the area of the yard by the bank at the "road" end of the garden, although there was no garden there anymore. I had gotten up, and I was thinking fine and everything, and I realized that the katana had gone in the right side of my head just above my ear, and had come out the left side of my head closer to my temple. That gave it enough of an angle that I could persistently see the tip of the sword off to my left because it pointed forward a bit. The sword was an even distance through my head such that there were equal lengths of sword sticking out of either side of my head. The biggest thing about all of this was that I didn't feel any pain. I was fully aware of the situation, and I knew that it was supposed to be really bad.

Em wound up calling the Weyers Cave Fire Department because they were the closest thing to us that was considered a medical emergency team. Even though we knew that they were really close to us geographically, it seemed to take forever for them to get there. I guess in real life it would have just been people showing up in their vehicles, for the most part, with the truck arriving later, but in this case, it was like even though they were close, they all went to the firehouse first to get all prepped and get the truck all ready and then bring all that stuff over. It took them over 30 minutes to get there.

I may not have fully realized what was going on until the fire department had gotten there. It seems a bit fuzzy before that, but I wound up reaching up and feeling the sword right after they got there. I didn't recognize anyone on the squad, although in waking life I would have. Anyway, I wound up touching the sword, and they stopped me. They told me not to mess with it. I knew that shouldn't mess with it at all, but I was really in awe with how it didn't hurt at all. I also felt my head just under the wound on the right side above my ear. Not only did it not hurt, but there was no blood. Yet, I knew that if I messed with the sword, it could end up doing terrible damage to me, if it didn't kill me.

I went down to the road where they had parked the fire truck and got on the back of it. A couple of them were up in the front of the truck, and others were in the back with me. They were keeping an eye on me to make sure that I didn't do anything funny with the sword. Part of me just wanted to pull it out and see if it hurt or if anything actually happened to me, but the rest of me [thought that it] knew better.

After a short ride, we wound up at the fire house. It turned out that they were having some sort of dance or party there. I realized that this was part of the reason why they had been so late. We all went in, and I was expecting them to administer immediate medical attention to me, but it didn't seem to work out that way. We wandered around quite a bit through the crowd, and each time that I went through a doorway, I had to be careful not to just walk straight in. Instead, I had to turn a bit to the side to make sure that the sword didn't get caught on the door jambs. I bumped it once or twice, but I was worried enough that it would do something to me that I quickly learned what I needed to do to walk around.

The place seemed fairly dark, and it was loud with music, but I didn't really recognize anything that was playing. There were lots of people mingling, talking and dancing, and no one seemed to notice my condition. After walking through a couple of doors and following the fire fighters around, we got out into this larger open area of the firehouse that had a set of stairs and a balcony or catwalk or something up along one side of the room. There were other rooms up there, and I think that we went into one of those.