Simon and I moved to a suburb where there was a garage sale regularly in one of the alleys before the main street, and a stretch of undeveloped dirt fenced off nearby.
Later, we joined the neighbourhood for what they called their gourmet mystery dinner. We were excited. We ate what they served us on the plates, one particular "dish" being the tiniest morsel of meat.
The organizers then revealed what it was. A shivering naked mole rat, flayed alive and barely still standing, was shivering on a plate on its paws which were nothing left but bone.
In the dream I felt meltdown hysteria. A scream bubbled up my throat. I started to say, "Oh. Oh God. Oh fuck. No, no, no, NO, NO, NO!"
And the screaming went on forever. I screamed Simon's name and sobbed and vomited all over the table. He took me outside frantically but I couldn't stop vomiting.
Woke up just now. All the rest of the dreams details are gone. Just my own screaming and the feeling of the world spinning.
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