I cannot recall the circumstances of why I was in this place of deprivation nor what part I played in it. What I do recall is being with a family that consisted of a young (23?) mother, her husband (and father of her children), and her three young children. This family was living in shambles and the husband worked as an upholsterer in some abandoned warehouse. He (the father) went into work on a Saturday to catch up on a project and suddenly heard a loud noise banging against the corrugated bay door in the recesses of the makeshift shop. I was with him the entire way; however, whether he noticed me or not is up for speculation. He (we shall name him Sam) yelled out in his raspy tobacco ridden voice for a reply. There were none. He pulled on the rusty and poorly repaired chain to raise the corrugated bay door and discovered that someone had abandoned a garbage dumpster minus the trash, but containing a feral dog and her six pups. We gathered them up and took them all to Sam's house, where all of the children blanketed their new found friends with their innocent laughter and abundance of unconditional acceptance into their family. So this is when it gets weird; really weird. The dog and its pups all turned into kittens; very healthy kittens. We (dad, mom, and I) were all gathered around them on the back porch both reveling in their innocence while discussing where our next meal was going to come from. This family had been living on questionable drinking water and fresh grass stalks which had begun to grow in their basement after the explosion; they were starving and their children even more so. I remember that we all looked in each other's eyes and we understood what must be done, but no one said a word. Sam and I walked away as his wife picked up a sledge hammer. We heard no cries of pain nor any suffering, just a heavy thump of the hammer. When we returned only a few moments later, mom had the kitten skinned and filleted. She dipped the meat into a flour and continued on to fry it in a crude oil source. The last thing I can remember is taking a bite (while I was totally grossed out, I was also starving), and wondering what cat would taste like. It was incredibly disgusting! I chewed it like three times and then spit it out while dry heaving.....bleah! And that, my friends, is one seriously weird ass dream!
