...In the heart or in the head?"

I woke up from a dream at four this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. In the dream there were two soldiers in what looked like dunes. They had been left for dead. One had been shot in the head, the other in the heart.

When I told Jay about it he came out immediately with the quote from Gross Point Blank I opened this post with, which seems to be based loosely on some lines from The Merchant of Venice:

Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
Now begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply, reply.

It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring fancy's knell:
I'll begin it, - Ding, dong, bell.

In the dream, the soldiers were undead, I guess you could say. The one who had been shot through the heart was me, and he was holding the one shot in the head (right temple) in his arms. It was very peaceful, and, as I told Jay, like a scene from a foreign film.  Seemed French to me.

The soldier who had been shot in the heart was telling the soldier who had been shot in the head, "It won't be long now." And noted that his wound was beginning to blossom. The soldier who'd been shot in the head agreed that it would not be long and they sat calmly waiting.

There was a scene with maggots, but it's too hard to describe.

The maggots are what woke me up.