Fully awake, I was lying in bed this morning. It was dark in the bedroom for the shutters were closed. Out of the blue, I had a sharp vision. Between the floor and the wall of a house that looked like my own there was a puddle forming. It looked like thick paint or thin dough. Off-white in color, it was growing. Its shiny edge was moving outward. Realizing that such a hemorrhage was actually inconceivable, I immediately thought that it symbolized something else, some other problem. I reached for my belly with both hands, but everything was fine. Then I checked my chest, my arms, and my legs. Only then I checked my head. There were no signs of the hemorrhage anywhere on my body, but the worry remained as the vision gradually vanished. I got up and went to the bathroom. Everything was fine with me. Still, the discomfort is not leaving me. Perhaps it will stay with me for days.