For once, a post that has absolutely nothing to do with Aretha Franklin's vagina.
There is, as I understand it, a whole science of sort, dedicated to nothing but the study and interpritation of dreams. I've to wonder what sort of a meaning these people would attribute to a dream in which one was feasting upon one's cooked and garnished pet or a family member.
I woke up with beads of cold sweat on my forehead, my diaphragm in severe pain from what felt like immense sobbing. This, of course, after having a most peculiar dream. There is something odd about dreams that usually gives them away as such in retrospect - grosse inconsistencies with reality for exaple. Mine had nothing of the sort and appeared as real and vivid as any waking hour. The only real difference, perhaps, was that Yvonne and I were about to dine on our beloved cat, Slimon. He was served in a lavish, ornate table setting, upon a silver tray with an imposing covering lid. I had no idea of what was under that lid untill it lifted and the cat, laying upon its back - fur and all - came into view. He had little paper handles attached to each one of his paws. The rest is rather moot, but I don't recall being especially happy with my prescious family member being turned into the main course.
I woke up with beads of cold sweat on my forehead, my diaphragm in severe pain from what felt like immense sobbing. This, of course, after having a most peculiar dream. There is something odd about dreams that usually gives them away as such in retrospect - grosse inconsistencies with reality for exaple. Mine had nothing of the sort and appeared as real and vivid as any waking hour. The only real difference, perhaps, was that Yvonne and I were about to dine on our beloved cat, Slimon. He was served in a lavish, ornate table setting, upon a silver tray with an imposing covering lid. I had no idea of what was under that lid untill it lifted and the cat, laying upon its back - fur and all - came into view. He had little paper handles attached to each one of his paws. The rest is rather moot, but I don't recall being especially happy with my prescious family member being turned into the main course.