I dreamt I was getting on the plane to go to Canada with Benson and Jeremy. I hadn't organinsed their travel but asked the man at the airport if I could take them. He eventually said yes then gave Benson and then The Beast an injection. I was crying cos it looked like they were dead. He said it would be ok, then I looked again and he had skinned Benson and cut off his head, slit him down his chest and trussed him up in a baking dish. His headless body stretched and sighed and his headless body turned towards to me. It was like when Sylvester looked at Tweety Pie and imagined a cooked bird. Only Benson was raw and looked like pork.When he stretched his stitching had opened at the front. The man assured me he would be ok when we got to Calgary.
Meanwhile Jeremy was all soaked and lifeless in a clear bag (like the time I saw a dead body being removed from that house on Craig Road when I was about 8).He looked like a plucked duck.
The man it eemed didnt work for the airport and was infact a wanted dog killer.
It was then I woke up and cried
It was here I woke up and cried.
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