Death In A Box

My dream this morning was horrible. While I was sleeping, I dreamed that I had just gone dancing at a club. Everything was great. I was with two other people who were supposed to be my friends, but in real life they don't exist. One was a girl and one was a boy. The girl had long hair and dark skin. I never saw the boy, but I knew he was there. The boy was in the front of the limo (apparently we rented one) and me and my female friend were in the back eating Panda Express. Anyway, it felt like any other night after clubbing. Tired, but totally satisfied. We were eating, and really, nothing could get in the way of our happiness.

Then something sorta weird happened. It's dark, right? Because it's like 3 a.m. in the morning or some crap like that. And one of my friends bust out a foam takeout box, yes you've seen them, I know you have, and inside was something more to eat. Watching my friend slice away I could see the skin and hair of a dead Asian man. It was a slab of flesh peeled straight off the skull. It looked like it was an inch thick. Once it was cut into cubes I was invited to dig in. I refused. I watched my friends in terror eat the man's flesh. Watching them gag I wanted to gag. Why would anyone want to do this? I started to dry heave.

That's how I woke up this morning, dry heaving.