3-12-09

One part of the dream I remember is I'm in a crowded shed. There's benches covered in tools. They appear old, rusty, mostly metal, but I didn't get a good look at them. A group of people come in and somehow I know that I'm part of this group and we are all going to sit down for dinner together. But first, a woman needs to "prepare" the chicken. It's a red and brown rooster and she takes a small axe and goes over the rooster's neck and I run around a bench and duck because I dont' want to get any of the blood on me. Too late, I feel large drops of the rooster's blood splash upon the top of my head.

The next thing I know the bird is being grilled and the slices are breaded a golden brown and it looks delicious. I look forward to eating when another group of people, similar to the one I'm with, shows up and is about to dine with us. I don't like this idea. I wake up before I can voice a complaint or do anything else about it.