Of turkey and weird dreams

[lightprophet]

I had a strange dream the other night. The very fact that I can remember I had a dream is strange enough, though not nearly so strange as the dream itself, which was this. I was back in high school, though it didn't bear any resemblence to the Lake Brantley I remember. I was walking with an old friend with whom I used to carpool, and we were walking back to his car from the school. There was a group of kids following us, kind of picking on us -- their faces are utterly unfamiliar. We just sort of ignored them though, they really weren't bothering us that much. We arrived at the car, one of those monster SUVs (neither of us had such a car at the time), and got inside. Since whatever taunts they were flinging at us were apparently unsuccessful, one of the kids decided to do something to the car. I don't know what, but I have the impression it was damaging. Anyway I guess my friend just cracked because he turned the car on, put the gear in reverse, and slammed his foot on the pedal. Then he went totally Brock Samson on the kids who were fleeing for their lives at this point. The parking lot, which had been full of parked cars, was suddenly empty except for a bunch of people running around and getting run over by the car. Now my friend wasn't fuming angry or anything, he seemed perfectly calm about all of this. I wasn't too concerned about what was happening. I had a sort of "Ho hum, it is very strange that all of these people are dying" kind of attitude. What happened next is kind of a blur, but I and many other students ended up on the roof of the school (for safety I assume) talking about the whole ordeal.

I am preparing for Thanksgiving, and I do not speak of my spirit. I will eat a lot today in order that my stomach will be stretched out a bit. Then I will eat very little tomorrow until the feast, at which point I will stuff myself like a turkey, except from the other end which I am told is the normal way to do it.