Disclaimer: this blog post has gross content, including cannibalism, so you might not want to read it.

I normally don't talk about my dreams on here, because I have a dream-blog for that outlet. I am well aware that talking about dreams is not something that most people enjoy hearing. I'm one of them.But this dream I had last night was ridiculous. I've had some interesting dreams in my lifetime, but this was something else.

The short version is: Daniel and I were going to be processed for meat. To be packaged on grocery shelves to be eaten. We volunteered, with a group of about ten. We all felt good about it, I don't know why. We went on a tour, led by smiling guides, on how meat is processed -- how we were going to be processed. I was okay with it until we got to the end, when I realized I was going to be dead in a couple minutes. We all wondered how they would do it. I thought they'd just throw us on a belt that would go through segments of meat grinders with us still alive. Some thought they'd shoot us in the head. It was needles. Like unwanted dogs and cats. An old lady was called, and she left, smiling, to her death. I couldn't take it. Daniel and I ran away up some ropes up a cliff to the highway, where two blondes had ran to. Like they gave us an option. No one tried to stop us.

It felt like Margaret Atwood's book "Year of the Flood". Humans rampid and disgusting. Murdered bodies put into burgers, mutated gene-spliced animals looking cute for our pleasure, disease spreading, and the only ones who would survive would be the Gardners, who live on tops of buildings, hidden, eating only veggies and fruit.

But then I thought about how bodies (of both animals and humans) die, and are buried, or not buried, and they rot in the ground, turn into clay and dust, in the same soil that grows those nutritious vegetables.

And then I wondered how much dust and clay there was on Earth when it first came into being, in relation to how much there is now.