December 18th, 2012

Two Dreams...

The first is simple, I'm eating steak and enjoying it. (Note: I haven't eaten steak in about ten years.)

The second dream...

Two thugs--
and I do mean thugs; the stereo-typical skinny,
muscular, dirty wife-beater-wearing, short haired, guys--
tossed me into a dirty motel room.
I lay on the floor in a heap where I had fallen.
They began throwing food at me:
1/4 pound of Provolone cheese
sausage
tomato sauce in a small container
a torpedo roll
human flesh.
One thug pointed at me,
"Now, eat that or we're gonna' come back
and kill you!"
The two left and slammed the door.
The door was huge, made of metal plates
riveted together
and painted pale blue.
I began shouting and heard voices at the door;
thinking the two thugs had returned, I
grew defiant as I shouted.
I opened the door and my family entered the room:
mom, dad, sis, bro, and my wife.
I showed them what the thugs had given me,
and told them what I was supposed to do.
I held up the human flesh.
It looked like a large summer sausage
with deep crevices--like thick tree bark.
"Do we even know if this is real?
I mean, if it's just chicken, I'll eat it."
But if it were actual human flesh,
eating it would mess me up for life--so I feared.
One of them--I think it was my brother--had
the idea of cutting the flesh into deli-sized slices.
We did that, examining each piece carefully,
sniffing them, wondering if it were chicken or pork
or anything besides human.