I dreamt that I was at a school, where there was a clock chiming and it was a cold overcast day. It wasn't my school, it was a school for little children. I remember I was giving seeds, and a spade, to dig into the dirt and to plant flowers. I went to a garden plot, with a musky, thick, sickly-sweet stench. I remember I dug and dug and the smell got stronger... and there was a mangled body, of rotting flesh, blood and bone. And looked around me and all the children were gone and suddenly everything was plots and plots and bodies everywhere and the smell was overwhelming and I wanted to throw up.
