“…And there was the smell, horrible stench of blood and manure, the smell of a slaughterhouse…”
(Male) I had the most bizarre dream the other night. I was in someone’s kitchen, a tiny little kitchen. Instead of a stove and oven, there was only room for a hot plate. There were just a few shelves and it looked like all the dishes were permanently stored in the drying rack next to the sink. Cozy, not particularly creepy.
Until it came to the fridge.
It was a tiny fridge, like the kind that students have in dorm rooms or that guys turn into kegerators. I opened it up and dangling inside were the organs of some creature. It wasn’t like the creature had been slaughtered and these parts were in storage. The organs were all attached to each other like the creature was still alive but just transplanted inside the fridge. The little fridge light glowed through the organs and illuminated the veins.
And there was the smell, horrible stench of blood and manure, the smell of a slaughterhouse.
I slammed the door closed and immediately thought better of looking for something to eat.