Insane Dreams

[Frisk E. Coyote]

I only had one dream I can remember, and it was simple, but I believed every second of it. It was a simple scene:

A dumpster in an alley. Trash all around, graffiti on the mossy brick walls. There are very young homeless kids, about 6 or seven years old. They are rummaging around in the dumpster for food or something. Suddenly, the lid closes down, and the kids start screaming and crying and banging on it, trying to escape. The lid presses down into the dumpster, and it looks like kids are being compressed with the garbage, but the lid suddenly looks like a spinning cog, grinding up the garbage. The children are silenced, and a spray of blood spatters the brick wall a little. The only evidence that the kids were ground up were smears of bloodstains on the lid. Then I woke up.