I had a dream last night where some... thing... bit or otherwise damaged my hand and so said hand had to be cut off Day of the Dead style so I wouldn't die or turn into a zombie or something.
Needless to say, that ain't right.
Also featured in the dream: the large chunk of Cold Stone Guy's leg I found after some horrible cataclysm, which someone proceeded to add mashed potatoes and gravy and olives to, and declare to be dinner for the survivors of above-mentioned cataclysm.
This is pretty much what my brain does while I sleep. I'm mostly used to it by this point, except when it whips out real classics like the above.
Needless to say, that ain't right.
Also featured in the dream: the large chunk of Cold Stone Guy's leg I found after some horrible cataclysm, which someone proceeded to add mashed potatoes and gravy and olives to, and declare to be dinner for the survivors of above-mentioned cataclysm.
This is pretty much what my brain does while I sleep. I'm mostly used to it by this point, except when it whips out real classics like the above.