Nightmare. Yesterday, after a long time of consuming no meat at all, I had a beef burger in a restaurant where there wasnt much choice and the meat was told to come from cows walking freely in meadows like birds are flying in the sky. The way this text was written on the menu, as a decoration rather than as some boring information from the kitchen chief, made me prefer the burger above some plain cold salad. I enjoyed not being as dogmatical as my husband, who was chewing on carrots and raw spinach like a rabbit. But last night I dreamt being a calve chased by the rest of the herd, abetted by the bull to kill me by kicking my ass all together. Running for my life, hurt by the bulls horns, who wanted to punish me for my past as a carnivore, I woke up next to my husband, who was deep asleep, not being bordered by some bad conscience.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 09:37:23 +0000
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