Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24096104-20151228134258/@comment-30574470-20160206201803

Last night, I dreamt that I got attacked by a dog. I managed to overpower this dog, kill it, and then for some reason, I ate it. I wandered through the streets, only to find a drunkard with a half-smashed bottle in his hand. He was walking towards me, bottle pointed at me. I felt threatened. Of course, he accidently swung his arm and smashed the bottle into his face. I ate one of the pieces of glass. Tasted like chicken. Eventually, I stole a crane, but then it started to fall and I died. At least I killed people. That was when I woke up, with the bitter taste of raw dog still in my mouth.