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adrienmundiWoke from a dream in which I was with a co-worker and some others in a strange, run down, sprawling apartment complex somewhere in town. Everyone felt like old friends, which was weird. We wandered into a run down Japanese fast food (one of the people I was with said, "I knew there was a onigiri place around here somewhere!") place in the complex, and everyone sat down. The waiter brought out small appetizer plate for each of us, with two chicken legs and some other large, indeterminate piece of meat on them. I asked if there was anything that I could eat there, and gestured towards the plates. The one who identified the restaurant said something like, "Oh, don't worry, that other thing is squid" (it would have had to be from a very large one). I stood up and said, "I have to go" and walked out, around the corner. I wasn't sure if I was more angry or sad, but frustrated tears started to leak out of me.
Edited to add: The same night, in a different dream, I was on a boat with some people on the ocean, and I was doing something like playing with cuttlefish in the water. It was like some sort of connection/bonding across species, from one relatively intelligent animal to another. One of the people I was with (a friend of the dream friend) saw and said, "Well, if you can catch cuttlefish, that's all you need to be able to do!", clearly expecting me to help catch and presumably eat them. Again, I was furious and offended.
I'm not sure why these cephalopods showed up Thursday night so much, but in both cases, I was deeply upset about them being used for food. It's strange, since I usually feel much more warmly and protective of octopi.
Edited to add: The same night, in a different dream, I was on a boat with some people on the ocean, and I was doing something like playing with cuttlefish in the water. It was like some sort of connection/bonding across species, from one relatively intelligent animal to another. One of the people I was with (a friend of the dream friend) saw and said, "Well, if you can catch cuttlefish, that's all you need to be able to do!", clearly expecting me to help catch and presumably eat them. Again, I was furious and offended.
I'm not sure why these cephalopods showed up Thursday night so much, but in both cases, I was deeply upset about them being used for food. It's strange, since I usually feel much more warmly and protective of octopi.
