As dreams go, this one was a little disjointed. There was a hotel, and a flood, and an attempt to save chickens. At some point somebody decided to decapitate them, because they would be easier to transport (without them squawking and flapping about) while wading around in waist high water. But then, it was my job to bring them back to life again, because it was only something I could do. I had to put their heads back on and smooth the cut where the edges of the neck met, and they’d come back to life. Only stupider and a little drowsy. But I was told it was only a temporary problem, and they’d be good as new after.

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“What do you think happened that night? All that black and red… it was like darkness sunburnt.”