I was walking with Natalie and another girl (I don't know who she was) around a ring of metal sculptures with water flowing down and around them. It was a large ring, marking a boundary of some kind. I think maybe our school might have been inside it, and we were heading around the boundary towards a gate. There was one sculpture which looked like a dull, dark metal saxophone without keys or pads and when I went to touch it, I stumbled and my hand got cut on a sharp edge. I yelped and when Nat asked what was wrong, I said that I'd cut my hand. My hand was still in the fountain with the water running over it, the cut was like a thin red line on the back of my hand, starting at the webbing between my thumb and index finger and running not quite down to my wrist. Nat came over to look, and when she touched my hand to examine the cut, I moved my thumb and the cut gaped open to the bone. Then it started bleeding, badly, thick dark blood. Nat grabbed my hand and held the two sides of the cut together and said that it was bleeding too much, we had to go back. So she turned me around and we walked in the direction we'd come from while the other girl ran on ahead. But not far later I had to sit down, my legs folded under me and Nat knelt in front of me still holding the cut together. But the blood kept pouring dark and thick, soaking my skirt, until I was so dizzy I had to lean my head forward onto her shoulder. I remember that I was sad because I was hurt and might be dying, but that if I had to die I was glad that she would be with me at the end. Everything went dark after that. I think maybe that's because I died. And then I woke up.
I can't remember what the other girl looked like, maybe she was representing my unconscious. Or maybe she was Abby. I can't remember.
