Two nights ago, I lost my leg in a dream.
There was an explosion.
I remember shrapnel.
I remember a lot of metal.
I couldn’t stop bleeding.
I was lying on the ground, with my knees up to my chin (rather, one of my knees up to my chin), holding my legs (what was left of them, at least).
I didn’t cry.
I was in pain but didn’t show on my face that I was in pain.