This is short, but I wanted to post it before I forget.

I had trouble sleeping the other night, and once I finally did fall asleep I had a bizarre dream in which my wife and I were on a road trip through the southwest.
Somewhere in the middle of rural Texas, we’d somehow run out of gas and were stranded. With no civilization in sight, our only option was to trudge down the road and appeal to whatever locals we could find for assistance.

I can’t remember all the details, but the only house around was inhabited by a family that was fairly white trash. They invited us in, and explained that they were about to cook dinner. Their 12-year old son showed me around the different parts of their small rickety home, which seemed like it had been there for at least a hundred years if not longer.

One of the first things I noticed was that instead of a having a normal stove/oven setup in their kitchen, their “oven” was a separate room that had a huge bonfire going inside. It had a stone floor, and whenever someone had to cook something, they threw the food inside and shut the door. It was like a room-sized furnace, with a thick door that had a glass window in it. I couldn’t fathom how you could use such a thing without being incinerated, but the kid said that sometimes he and his siblings played in there when the fire wasn’t going. I was quite disturbed by all this, because it made no sense. I couldn’t figure it out.

Three well-fed cats scooted by us as we walked further down the hallway. One was larger than the others.

“I’m gonna cook the kitty.” the kid said to me, all excited.

What?” I asked, thinking I’d misheard him.

“I git to cook the big cat. We fattened ‘im all up, and I’m gunna cook’im.”

I stood there horrified, staring back into the hellish oven and wanting very much to be away from there.

How can we get out of here? I’m not eating that poor cat. We need to rescue these cats. WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW.

Then I woke up.