As many times before, I am in my grandmother’s kitchen in Spain. I have no eyes, but yet I can see. I look around and my grandmother has my eye in a ziplock sandwich bag. She insists that we should wash them with dish soap before putting them back in, I want to wash then with distilled water.
I walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror, I can see the inside of my skull. It was so weird I woke up with a start.