Breathe Deeply

I had a dream I was cutting up a bunch of steaks of cooked human flesh into a bowl, for a kind of steak salad. I was just about to eat it when this little human (it was a kid but that eerie sort of kid you see in freaky movies who acts just like an adult) ran up to me with this bucket of blackberry colored juice and said "you musn't eat that! drink this instead. it will ensure you aren't injured (or won't get old or something like that). true, you may suffer some difficult hardships, it'd be better if we could've given you the banana flavored mixture, but it's just not available right now and something needs to be done. so drink!" i sort of stalled because the stuff looked nasty and a bit thick. as i talked with the kid, some adult came up and said pretty much the same thing. the adult (a woman) noted that i needed to drink the concoction soon because it congeals very quickly. i looked at the bucket and it was already looking dried. but we swirled it up and got it liquidy again. i didn't really want to drink it because the banana one sounded like a better bet, but i think i ended up drinking it anyway. that's the aggravating thing, i can't really remember if i did or not. i think so though. i didn't eat the people salad. i think i'd forgotten to make a dressing.