Dream of

I was donating blood, and I asked them to wait until I counted to three before inserting the needle in my arm. I said one, two, and they stuck it in my neck before I said three. I could feel the blood oozing down my neck but apparently it also spurted. I felt relief that it was over but the. They said we have to do it again, because apparently they yanked it out. This time not by a window.