Sep 15, 2006 14:12
I dreamed all last night I was performing an autopsy and toxicology report on the body of pop musician Rufus Wainwright. He'd been dead for 8 days by the time my partner and I got around to the procedure.
I remember envisioning the beginning Y-incision, but never got around to the rib separator needed to access and evaluate his organs.
dreams,
music