i dream in technicolour... i'm almost blinded by the flamboyant images that flood my subconscious in the small hours of my REM sleep.
last night, in response to some innocent flirting, my best friend chopped up, boiled and made gravy out of a man who's only crime was to become engaged. i was terrified at her certainty as i tried to convince her that he did not deserve to die.
what is happening in my head that i should dream with such flavour? whatever it is, i don't care for it. i spent most of the morning trying to deconstruct the dream and have it make sense in my life but all i came up with was my vegetarianism and a vague sense of uneasiness that i may be a bit of a hard-ass once in a while.
no surprises there!
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