Last night I dreamed the world was starving and I was in some sort of weird prison camp. I was doing better than some of the other inmates because I had no husband or children when I was captured. They did horrible things to family members to torture the inmate. Anywho...at the end of the dream, the Chinese came and gave us meat. It was seasoned and we thought perhaps this meant we were going to be freed or that it was a Chinese holiday we didn't know about. Then the guards told us the meat was from the body of other inmates who had died. Most people stopped eating. I did not. I quietly told our table that it was a great honor to the dead to eat them and to keep them alive by doing so. I said it went back to ancient times. "Take this bread as my body," made the practice symbolic.

People at the table started to eat again. Then the guard came by and told me that the meat was really chickens that had been killed when the truck over-turned.

"Lucky for you," he said. "The driver was our friend and so we took the chickens so he wouldn't get in trouble. Made up a story about being hi-jacked. The human meat story is a joke. Funny to us guards."

Then I woke up.