How’s that for a gross title?

I had a gross dream right before waking up that involved fetal puppies so the title fits.

I was dreaming that I was in a dark, possibly rainy street with a group of people and the Boyfriend, along with his small dog that was laying on a flat, wheeled cart. The dog was bleeding from what we thought was a minor cut but then we realized there was a huge puddle of blood forming in the street. He didn’t believe us though so me and another girl snatched up the dog and took it down the street to a place that was a combination of a healthcare center and a seedy bar.

We put the dog on a table and people began to attend to her while we headed upstairs and posted ourselves at a big table in the busy, dark room. A while later, after the dog had died, we heard somebody downstairs yell, “THERE’S FETUSES!!”

I yelled, “I’M GOING TO SEE THE FETUSES!!” and raced down to the table where the dog was. She was cut open and you could see three black, slimy, almost-ready puppies lined up inside her guts. One of the Marines scooped a puppy out and it was still moving! EW!

We realized that they weren’t going to live and instead of letting them suffer a slow, nasty death, we decided we should help the process along. I told the Marine he should suffocate the puppy he was holding by covering up its nose with his finger. But instead of just blocking off the air flow, he pressed his finger so hard we heard a bone crack! We yelled at him and fortunately with the other two, he wasn’t so rough.

Yes, that was a very unpleasant and disgusting way to begin my day.

As I was writing this, I realized where the count of three puppies came from, as opposed to any other number of fetal puppies. Three was the number of people who contacted me with the “offer” to lat-move into Public Affairs and were unable to follow through on their offer. Maybe I was the bleeding dog on the cart?

Boy is that creepy…um…I think I’m going to go scour the Internets for pictures of adorable fluffy kittens now.