Because you will dream about walking with lots of people down an open rural road, and turning to realize a car crash has just happened behind you, and some woman has lost her hand and is walking behind you, holding her bloody stump, which is spurting crimson all over everyone she passes by, which may explain why no one seems to be helping her.
And this woman will be doing pretty well to be sans hand, but you will find a towel for her — a pastel pink one — and you’ll confront your fear of blood and tissue and help her wrap the towel tightly around the stump to staunch the flow, trying hard not to look too close the whole time.
And, once wrapped, she’ll feel a bit better, and you’ll notice that she sort of looks like Suze Orman, only she’s wearing an emerald-colored power suit straight out of the early ’90s.
Sounds like your wine was laced with oregano.
Let’s just say this: do not drink white zin at all
and leave it at that. Yuk!