Fruit executions

Two nights ago, I had the most surreal dream. I was being forced by jackbooted thugs to watch executions. Of fruit. First came the tomato. Guillotined. Then the banana. Similarly guillotined, lengthwise. And I remember feeling horrified in the dream. And that's about all I remember.

I'm not even going to try to psychoanalyse any of that. I'm just going to blame random residual guilt from throwing away a banana that may or may not have been too ripe to eat. Sorry, Mr or Ms Banana.

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Indri said…
Wow, you just made me remember a dream I had a few years ago. I'd gone on a date or two with this guy, and I dreamt that he was making me participate in a Weather Underground-style bombing of some government building or another. Except that instead of bombs, we were sneaking...cantelopes, I think...into the building.

Exploding cantelopes.
11 June 2005 at 03:18
Daryl said…
Cantelope... can't elope... maybe your unconscious was telling you something about the guy.
11 June 2005 at 11:45
Indri said…
Maybe. But not as loudly as my waking consciousness, which was screaming stay away!

One of my cats puked on a new boyfriend's clothing once, speaking of subtle messages. She turned out to be right about him.
13 June 2005 at 00:28
Eric "Babe" Morse said…
Um... a banana being sliced open lengthwise? Paging Lorena Bobbit... ouch.
13 June 2005 at 22:00
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