#1
I was in a house that looked much like my grandmother's old house. Somehow, a razor fell off a kitchen counter and pricked my left hand, just under the thumb's lower knuckle... which also happens to be where I have a burn scar in waking life. I sat down on the floor and it began to bleed heavilly. I tried to hide it, but an older woman [supposedly my grandmother] was cooking in the kitchen and saw the blood... it was like a major vein had been knicked... blood was spurting out in time with my heartbeat. I was fascinated by it... watching with rapt attention as I began to feel the effects of so much blood loss. The woman [in my grandmother's no-nonescence manner] demanded that I stop the bleeding. Obeying, I pressed my other hand over the wound to slow the bleeding and sat there as she continued her cooking. Every now and then, I'd check to see if it had stopped bleeding... and it would start again. Each time I did this, the woman would notice and become angry I wasn't keeping the wound from bleeding.

End.

#2
I don't remember most of this one:

My brother, two others, and I were all asleep in my brother's room. As we slept, we were given dragon wings and told we could fly.

Scene jump. We flew around the area, performing arial loops and dives. Finally, we returned to my brother's room and the wings disappeared... except for my brother's.

Scene jump. Later on, he tried to snuggle against our mother as she watched TV, but the wings kept getting in the way.

Scene jump. The spirits would allow us to fly again... but not with wings. Instead, we would become pure spirit. We all exhaled one long breath... more and more air rushing out of our lungs... until it was not air, but spirit, exiting our bodies.

Scene jump. Once again, we flew through the air... passing through solid objects and feeling the freedom flight allowed us. After a while, we were told to return to our physical forms. Our bodies breathed in until our spirits were returned. We noticed my brother still had his dragon wings.

Scene jump. The four of us were speaking with my mother and I was explaining everything that had happened as if it had been a dream. However, I knew the others had also shared the same "dream" ...it had actually happened.

End.