Splinters
There was a large gathering, maybe a family reunion of some kind? I had the sense I was there because it had to do with Bridgie’s family, and we were still setting things up and clearing out this massive pit that was supposed to be some kind of firepit for a cookout. When I say massive, I mean that we could have all piled into the pit and had trouble reaching the top. It was big enough to put a couple school buses into. We were in a very woodsy area, some kind of campground, with a small building nearby with bathrooms and possibly showers. I was helping to haul debris out of the pit along with a number of other people, using poles with hooks and loops of rope attached. I used my pole to drag out an especially large branch, and when I heaved it out of the pit it splintered some, and shards flew at me. I defended my face with an arm, pointlessly, as all the splinters went into my legs right around my knees. I knelt to pull out the bigger pieces right through my jeans, then hobbled to the building with the bathrooms to get the rest. No one else seemed to have noticed my predicament, and if they noticed me at all they just assumed I had to use the facilities. I went into the one lone handicapped stall for the space and sat on the edge of the seat, carefully pulling down my jeans. I had tights underneath, but very colorful decorative ones rather than the grey wool pair I actually own and might wear for camping in cold weather. Carefully pulling these down helped pull out some of the smallest slivers, but there were still some left I pulled out with my hands, then I went for my pocketknife in my jeans pocket (left) because it has tweezers, for the really tiny slivers. How those got through two layers of clothing I have no idea. My knees were a mess, big rug-burn looking lesions where I had pulled out splinters. About the time I was digging for my knife (my pants were around my ankles, making that tricky), Bridgie showed up in the bathroom to ask if I was all right. I guess somebody did notice. I told her what had happened and got one foot free to extend my leg under the door, and she made sympathetic noises and offered to get some rubbing alcohol. The dream dissolved at that point, as the alarm went off.