There are a few other minor details I forgot. One is that when I saw my severed head screaming, it looked like it was actually melting and dripping, though this could just be because I was waking up.
The lumberjack himself was a non-descript guy in his forties. The last time I actually saw his face was when I left the log cabin in the morning. When I got the axe in the back, I just assumed it was the lumberjack.
The roadside restaurant was actually a Bavarian-themed restaurant which itself looked like a giant log cabin. The only person who I asked directions from whose appearance I can specifically remember is the woman at that restaurant. She had blonde, braided hair. She was dressed in female German national costume. Late thirties, a bit round-faced. I assume the Bavarian restaurant was a cue from my subconscious telling me that I was in a Gothic horror story.




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