The sky is dark...a steel grey and it seems to be later in the evening. The wind is blowing and perhaps rain is in the air. Along with others, I am struggling up a hill (I think to where I live.) I am traveling very much alone and I am carrying my backpack. I am in a hurry because I know further behind me traveling the same path is a couple. I do not want them to catch up with me. I do not want to see them. I do not want to acknowledge them. In my dreams I know very well who they are and their very existence irks me. I know they will want to help me and I do not want it!
As I try to travel east up the mountain, (and it IS east) my backpack gets heavier and heavier to the point I am gasping for breath. I have to stop every 50 feet or so. People continue to stream by and I am angry at how weak I have become...my backpack has never been so heavy before. Leaving it behind is NOT an option. Even if I DID leave it THEY might see it and know I was there. They are not to know where I am.
As I heave it over my back again and stumble off again, I look down and notice my pants are getting soaked with blood. Great blotches of red are speading across my thighs. I notice this because I am in an old favored pair of blue jeans and I can see the red seeping through. I stare for a moment knowing I am in serious trouble. There is a LOT of blood.
Now I am more motivated than ever to get ahead of that couple...to not let them catch me in such a moment of weakness but by this point I can barely move.
I fall to the ground in frustration.