Dream, April 1990

I have had a number of disturbing dreams lately. Once my uncle Lenny was shot in the arm, three times I've been pursued (all by different people), and then I had a really disgusting dream in which, among other things, we lived in a squalid place and had to eat some sort of nasty meat strew because there was nothing else. I reluctantly ate some, choked it down. I remember I ate some light-colored chunks of meat that didn't look like anything I recognized. I found out soon after that there had been someone's severed finger in there and I puked my guts out. When I woke, I was drooling on my arm. Lovely. I think I'm becoming a vegetarian.