Why do I have dreams about dead animals? What f*&^ed up stuff is going on in my inner cerebrum?
I don't remember the exact details of last night's dream but I know I was having an argument with my mom and she was telling me to move out of her house. She wouldn't give me a reason, she was just being really mean to me. She made me dinner and I sat there in agony, wondering where I would move on such short notice.
"You want lamb or goat, Liss?" She asks. For some reason I go "Mmm, sounds delicious."
She brings two large soup tureens to the table and lifts one of the lids to reveal a DEAD GOAT. A tiny goat, about the size of a cat, but a goat. She lifts it out with tongs and it is black and gray and its eyes are rolled back in its head. She does the same thing with the other bowl of soup. It smells very good but it is a very disturbing image and I scream and start crying and vomiting.
