There's this dream I've had, one that is quite famous among my friends because I've told it so many times, and it honestly doesn't get any less weird each time I tell it. I have strange dreams -- I can't help it. Speaking of which, many philosophical-minded people seem to analyze dreams and how they pertain to a person's hidden demons or subconscious feelings.
I don't really buy in to that school of thought. That's not really how my mind works: logically, I'm probably insane.
Anyway, the dream begins during one of my science classes in high school. The teacher is an older woman with shoulder-length gray hair, and it should be noted that she and I never really saw eye-to-eye. She's lecturing to the class as always, when she suddenly turns around and says,
"Hold on: I'm going to get the experiment from out of the back room."
Okay, so no big deal, right? Wrong.
After about ten minutes or so, she doesn't emerge from the room, so the class calls upon me to find out what the hell is taking so long. I get up, open the door, and there she is, sitting on a white bucket with her pants down, a determined look on her face.
Now, in the dream, I somehow get a close-up shot of what she's, uh, producing in the bucket, and it turns out to be this:
A vein-y, white sausage. That was her experiment for the class. My god.If you try to approach this from an analytical perspective, I don't even know where you would begin. I'm sure you could get into the sexual implications or something like that, but that's a topic that doesn't seem too appealing right now. Or ever.
As it stands, the vision of the sausage is something that will haunt me forever.
Hmm.
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