Cannibalistic Dream II -Simmit Meat??

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I have had another cannibalistic dream. Its getting to be a bit of a recurring theme with me. I only remember parts of it. But I do remember being with these guys wearing camouflage and big guns and peering into a white tiled swimming pool where they were keeping stacks of gold bars in the pink water but also lots of naked bodies of all shapes and sizes, ages and sexes, some of them beheaded.
‘The cold water keeps them fresh.’ I am told as they throw in the body of a guy just beheaded. His limbs are still thrashing about as he lands in the water and he sends other bodies including babies spinning around and floating away.
‘The price of simmit meat has got very high now. Its worth more than its weight in gold. Tomorrow we will pack this load and ship it to Japan.’
Then I woke up.

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