Meat
April 12th, 2008 by Adrian Sampson
I find out that I have a new class this afternoon. It lasts about six hours and is about video games, which is frustrating because I don’t even like video games.
There are many other problems with this class:
- It conflicts with my hours at the Writing Center. I will deal with this later.
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It requires me to “stuff a dead squirrel into the compost so that it decomposes to the point at which it will make belching noises when poked.” I must also make some large slabs of meat decompose. While stressing out about this requirement, my female friend offers to take care of it for me. She finds hunks of meat as large as a person and starts punching them. Punching meat makes it rot faster.
We need signs to keep people from eating the meat. For signs, we need paper. I run to the Writing Center to get paper. Running is difficult and requires all of my concentration. When I arrive, the WC is a dock. Fishing is going on; a fisherman guard stops me from entering. I tell him I work at the WC and he starts to let me by. A fat, old, naked man in a passing boat speaks to me.
This dream was posted by Adrian Sampson on Saturday, April 12th, 2008 at 9:35 pm. You can leave a response, but pinging is currently not allowed.
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