1. Trippy

So there I was, watching my girlfriend getting rammed so hard her eyeballs flew out. As her body grittingly grinded against the tarmac the friction brought with it the burning smell of meat.

I watched in horror as the truck ran over whatever was left of her mangled corpse, while in the back of my mind, I thought, 'damn I could go for some BBQ right about now'.

Of course I didn't though, what kind of monster do you take me for? I buried her first, took like two seconds to say my respects and grind what was left to dust. The truck driver though, well he got off scot free as usual, and in any case I knew where to find him.

So while I enjoyed my barbecue, Korean barbecue by the way, which is amazing. If you've never had it, you're missing out, it's the best out there. So while I enjoying the rich taste that is wagyu beef with fresh veggies, it literally just melts in your mouth.

Back to it, for real this time, but it was just so so gosh-dang amazing. So while most of my brain melted in a puddle of goo over the inherent delicious taste of Korean barbecue, the rest of it took stock of the situation.

This was my 21st maybe 24th dream , one of the few I was conscious of.

Oh gawd this meat 🥓!

How do I know it's been that many times? Mostly because I can't remember any other dream other than this for the past month, not that I remember much of my dreams anyway.

How can I be sure? Oh, I have no idea, it's all just pure speculation at this point.

🥓 🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖

In any case, most of what I remember was feeling helpless and afraid, I hated the people who put me through this. "This" was mostly torture, not limited to blinding, flogging, skinning, peeling eyeballs - that still gets me, I still don't know how they managed that though.

Anyway, after eating an entire cow, i figured it was time to end this, find my gf's murderer and all that. But first, I'm getting some yakult, which I very much enjoyed. By the time I got to the warehouse I'd finished an entire pack of those bad boys.

I walked in, it was quiet, the atmosphere eerie, he stood on the other end of the room, we stared down for what seemed like ages. He was short, stocky, with mostly muscle on that build. His bushy eyebrows, and face all scrunched gave away that he was nervous, but he still chose to meet me.

" You did good, Kamar" "Thanks boss" His face finally eased before everything went black. "whyyyy" he managed to utter before his consciousness faded. "Because I could" I muttered to no one in particular as the flames consumed his heartless corpse. I stared down at the heart in hand and chuckled to myself, "same for them, all of them". I tossed the heart towards the shadows as a maw reached from within to snap it up.

Now it ends...

or does it!

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More than anything, nothing I write is going to make any sense, it is both inspired by my dreams and my daily interactions. The former of which also does not make sense.

Life is shit, deal with it.