The disgustingest dream
The other night I had a dream that I was with some rando lady, and we were going to eat an infant for dinner. It was in shrink wrapped plastic, just like chicken or pork chops are, only it was a dead infant. We removed it from the bag and slabbed it down on some butcher block. "THUMP!" Then my nephew, Dennis, and his son, Benny, showed up. They cut the infant into five pieces, deboned it in another room, and then they pounded it with meat tenderizers to prep it. After the babe was nice and soft, we marinated it and threw it on the grill. Then we plated our dish and ate it. It was disgusting. It tasted like the fattiest and coldest pork belly you can ever imagine, and it was so greasy and cold and mushy and slippery. I bit into the filet of infant, and cold, fatty grease squirted out of the squishy room temperature meat and into my mouth. I gagged on it and didn't enjoy it. I think the rando liked it though. Why was it so cold? It was fresh off the grill?
So gross. I felt really grossed out for the first half of the day.
I'm not like "OOOOOOOH OH OH WOW GEE WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN? WHAT DOES IT REVEAL ABOUT MY SUPRESSED DESIRES AND THE UTMOST CORNERS OF MY PSYCHE?" It was disgusting, on the most, but I honestly think that dreams are just one big thought roulette; one huge tossed salad of all the thoughts you've had that day, and just because you dreamt about some fucked up shit doesn't necessarily mean you're actually a fucked up person, or that you think bad weird stuff about other people because they did some bad weird shit in your dream. What probably happened was, I cooked dinner that night, so I had cooking on the brain. Then I looked through Instagram before bed, where you can rest assured that I saw at least one picture of someone's baby. And boom. That's where my brain went with that when it was on idle. It was kind of like the lottery only in my dream, there were no winners.
Cheers y'all.
So gross. I felt really grossed out for the first half of the day.
I'm not like "OOOOOOOH OH OH WOW GEE WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN? WHAT DOES IT REVEAL ABOUT MY SUPRESSED DESIRES AND THE UTMOST CORNERS OF MY PSYCHE?" It was disgusting, on the most, but I honestly think that dreams are just one big thought roulette; one huge tossed salad of all the thoughts you've had that day, and just because you dreamt about some fucked up shit doesn't necessarily mean you're actually a fucked up person, or that you think bad weird stuff about other people because they did some bad weird shit in your dream. What probably happened was, I cooked dinner that night, so I had cooking on the brain. Then I looked through Instagram before bed, where you can rest assured that I saw at least one picture of someone's baby. And boom. That's where my brain went with that when it was on idle. It was kind of like the lottery only in my dream, there were no winners.
Cheers y'all.