In my dream, I woke up, disoriented, on the porch of an old farmhouse. The paint was worn off the siding in many places and the bare wood had turned to a soft gray. I sat up (I'd been laying on my back) and at the other end of the porch was an old wood rocker and a chubby baby sitting on a small quilt, playing with some blocks. I glanced down at where I'd been sleeping and next to where my head had been were two dead young raccoons. A mangy, gray farm cat was gnawing on one of them.
It dawned on me that fleas from the raccoons or the cat or both had jumped onto my head and were in my hair! I jumped up in disgust and ran into the house to find a shower, but when the screen door slammed behind me, I woke up for real...
I blame this all on my chili!
I'll say it again... you are twisted, dude!
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