I dreamt that I was taking part in a meeting of researchers participating in a large international project. There were close to ten people around a table. I do not remember what the project was about, but my beloved was also present. She was sitting to my right. A manager from the organization financing the project led the meeting. In his mid-thirties, he seemed to be thoughtful and serious. He rarely spoke, but he seemed to be an excellent listener. Siting to my left, he was dressed in a dark-blue sweater and a light-blue shirt. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he had short brown hair and very light complexion. I quite liked the guy, and I appreciated the way in which he led the meeting. But a trickle of blood came out of his right ear at some point. Dark red, the blood looked almost black. It came down his neck and ended up behind his collar. Startled, I alerted my beloved. She alerted a few researchers sitting close to her, but someone around the table was still speaking. The meeting had to be stopped, though, for the fellow needed immediate medical attention. I was about to do something, but I woke up instead. It was just past four o’clock, and I was sweating profusely. Given our habits, we ate quite late in the evening, and I had hard time digesting my meal. Nothing hurt, but the sweating made it difficult for me to go back to sleep. The trickle of blood from my dream was with me for at least an hour. Etched in my mind, it popped up in front of my eyes as soon as I woke up in the morning.