I don’t even bother talking about my dreams or weird sleep/wake behaviors anymore, I mean, I’ve been over this stuff before. You already know that my sleeping brain is crazy.
So the other night I dreamed about kitten liver pate. It was served in the slit open belly of the kitten that donated the main ingredient – which in this case had a delightful soft grey fur.
It was delicious, but even in my dream I knew something wasn’t right, and that perhaps I shouldn’t be eating so much of it. With my fingers.