I love cats. Believe me.

September 18, 2001

I had a horrific dream the other night.

I dreamt that I was in a restaurant. It was my job to kill cats so the chef could prepare them to serve.

I wasn't strong enough to just chop their heads off, so it was easier to stick them in the microwave and look away. The sound of the microwave would drown out their cries.

I had convinced myself that they were dead either way, so what did it matter, as long as I didn't see them?

I'd pull their burnt smoking bodies from the microwave thinking it was wrong, but unable to walk away.

Until one of them turned out to be still alive...

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Ever wonder what it means if your subconscious is more mad or more sadistic than your conscious self?

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Or is it trying to tell me something?