I was at work milking cows until suddenly a cow's head just fell off and landed on the parlor floor. I gasped hard and covered my mouth with both hands as I stared into her eyes, still alive and somehow not reacting like she was in pain. My boss casually came over and claimed it was fine and could easily be fixed. I was speechless as I watched him pick up the head and staple it back onto the body like it was a minor inconvenience. The scene was reminiscent of Frankenweenie which I had watched for the first time a few days ago. Perhaps my subconscious was still remembering the morbid scene of the boy sewing his dead dog's body back together in order to revive him. It was a short dream (thankfully), but one I probably won't forget in a while.
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Dream Journal
AcakZombie and alien invasions, animals and mermaids, strange and whimsical adventures, and references to pop-culture. Sometimes scary, sometimes enchanting, always intriguing, dive into the fantastical realm that is my dreams!
